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Gazebo Rest
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Gazebo Rest |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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In the cool of the eve a light Autumn breeze prowled through a crowd in the park. The glow of the lights over the boardwalk planks warmly replaced the dark. Strained music flowed from places remote never to stop nor start. A derelict roamed through the rows all alone, and begged for common regards. "Where did he come from, is he a tramp?" a callow voice concerned. "Will he ask us for money, shall we give him any?" the same was eager to learn. "He's way down on his luck, and it's not lookin up." a mentor's, voice explained. "He's lost it all, and maybe somehow does'nt belong here this way." The words of the man reached the grey sage and a smile spread cross his face. He moved so slow his age did show his performance was lacking in grace. "Come closer my son," to the one so young, he said, "I'd talk awhile." "This time with your Dad is the best you can have, so make him fatherly proud. "I need a loan sir, that's what I want I'm down and I'm terribly broke. But there was a time I call to mind I could travel the world for a joke. Don't laugh my friend, to you I can lend a story that holds no lies. The story of a man with Rolls Royce friends, ahead in his field at the time." "Oh thank you sir! that will do,God bless your heart from above. If not for you the world would undo have an old man undone. Yes, I have a story of a time filled with glory, to share with you and your son. Now that I'm old and stressed to the soul, this story's my only one." "Can you give me a minute before I start on it, as I have to press it to mind. Then I'll tell you true the distort I've been through to this day of my decline." Upon which he dug in to a coat worn thin to draw from the memory vine. Then he rolled back his head and through lips ruby red, unlocked a gateway through time. "You've treated me kind but still I remind you there's a man curbed here inside. While I may be dirty, and seeming unworthy of the general cosmetic kind. As I've mentioned before and to you I restore, I once held the romance of health. And many did wonder how I could squander my position of prominent wealth." "I once was a player much more than a sayer, of the great classical guitar. At a young age I'd become quite a rage and travelled the world afar. I spent hours on the strings and made many things happen to open the ears, Of critics with quirks as player experts who could'nt compare with thier years.' "I made many recordings and reaped the rewardings of a musical stack of joy. And with that came the fame and a great name for the technical skills I employed. I then met a lady who made me unsteady with eyes that emptied my soul. When her lips clung to mine I spun out of time, and my heart beat a loud drum roll." "Did you ever love a woman till almost inhuman was the love you had to give, And she'd always be there to give you the care that that gave you the reason to live. With a smile so warm and a voice full of charm, a sweet and precious wife, And a mind so fair under long golden hair, the total essence of right. "With child she became and the slight of her frame filled up with a miracle thrill. Her days did abound with plans all around, I can hear her laughter still. Six months came along she was put hard and strong for the love of her dear mother. So pure she became and full with no shame I could hardly deny her the bother." " Careful plans had been made that I would convey her to the flight of her Mother. But early that day work poached me away and I drank to one song or another. When it came time to leave I was plagued with unease, I'd become sorely unwound. While sluggish I thought I'd not like to be caught, out on the freeway unsound." "So my condition I'd defend and called a dear friend, to escort my love for the part. And I'd stay behind with low presence of mind to get back to a sensible sort. It was a bright summer day I watched them drive way, and thought it the best to retire. While I drifted way out of the day a foul second took their entire." "My love full of child the friend I beguiled, all gone to the fate of bad luck. I was called all alone to a grisly time zone, so caught and horror struck. My selfish incline to the secrets of wine, cost me the change of my cares. Now I was caught distraught full of knots, by seconds they could have been spared." "At such a great cost and with everything lost, to this bottle I've turned for the pain. And from the depths of this hell I never could tell, if I was completely to blame. Each time I tried sober my heart would take over so I'd flush the terror away. But time does move on and mine's almost gone as I stand here to show it today." "So I tell you and your son there is good to be done, look after the things that are real. Because if it is precious you'll never regret it, hold on to a love you can feel. Don't preoccupy with the chores of your life, and skip past the ones that you love. If you recognize the wealth of that prize, you've captured a gift from above." He turned with a reel and shuffled his heels into the crowd and the night. And the cool of the eve with a light Autumn breeze whispered his story and plight. And the dawn of the morn uncovered his form, in a silent gazebo grave. While most would scorn the reason he was born, his genius will always be played. |
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Marc-Andre Senior Member
since 2008-12-07
Posts 501 |
Another impressive poem. I then met a lady who made me unsteady with eyes that emptied my soul. My favourite line. Mark |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Wow, dear Eric, this is an incredible ballad, so well written. A very tough theme and a beautiful conclusion, holding wisdom. Enjoyed reading it in its full length. Love, Margherita  |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Eric, what an incredibly compelling read! It grabbed me by the solar plexus and held my interest to the very end. You truly are a fine balladeer, in the 'true'est sense. "I once was a player much more than a sayer" ~ One of several memorable lines! May the new year be one of vibrant good health, prosperity, and joy!  Warm hug, Linda |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Eric, I'm afraid I had a little trouble following this tale. Watch out for contractions. It's "doesn't", not "does'nt". Bobby |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thank you Mark I appreciate the visit and the kind words. Margherita thank you for those incredible words and I appreciate the visit as always. Take care to both of you Eric |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Angel Linda I'm so glad you found this compelling and for the balladeer reference....I surely do appreciate it. Sorry Bobby wish you could have....Yes, I mess up with punctuation once in a while...Guess I should proof read a little better. Thanks for the visit Take care to both of you. Eric |
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