arranged on his own

oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
edited December 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
In a seamless passage of emotions,
Time steppes on mountains of cragged prayers,
Gradually wears down the peaks,
To a beauteous silhouette of rolling hilltops.

Crandy was a cautious, hard working sort..
Expecting lucious dinners and much more,
His back spasmed and hurt from his toil,
Maggie made his pain feel right...

Somehow Crandy was restless

His visits to see Rex,
The purveyor of fine Gin,
Sharing blues tunes,
While sweet Mags cried alone,
Relieved nature's call,
Rationed behavior,
So it's ok .. for Crandy, the true asshole, left his love alone, to cry, alone..

Maggie found another love,
Returned her passioned cries,
And raised Crandy's boy...
To be a man.
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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