Open Poetry #1 |
Much To Late |
Lucie Senior Member
since 1999-06-20
Posts 1077Houston |
Drinkin' and women that's all you know your always on the run. Here I sit with one small child while your out havin' fun. We used to go together we shared the fun and joy. But now I sit home all alone with just a baby boy. You showed me that you loved me in the sweetest kind of way. You knew I sinned, but you just laughed and now I'm left to pay. Who wants a girl who has never wed with a small child to rear? Who's been loved and cast aside for another you now call "Dear". Drinkin' and women that's all you know your always on the run. Spendin' money on babes and booze instead of on your son. But one day you'll remember the love you wouldn't share. With a girl who really loved you and a boy with curly hair. And as you sit in some run down bar listening to another drunk moan. Just stop to think of one small thing, sweetheart your all alone. I've got your babies smile my precious little dear. His first word will be "Mommy" the word "Daddy" you'll never hear. Back streets and dim lit bars, baby thats all you'll know. You'll miss his shining face and watching your son grow. But if and when you sober up and your to old to date. Don't try to piece together your past you'll find your much to late. |
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Craig Member
since 1999-06-10
Posts 444 |
Well written Lucie, your poem eloquently defined anger and sorrow in equal measure. Craig |
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elvira Senior Member
since 1999-07-06
Posts 936California |
excellent poem...if only men who left their women and children read poetry ------------------ one night at the airport...Childhood Memories...eight short weeks...your countenance...just watching tv...hoarse whispers...My One and Only...Tribute to M.J....Feel the need?...serving wench...the mistress...stolen hours...devotion...Master...apart |
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Mr_Squint Junior Member
since 1999-06-27
Posts 17Bankstown, New South Wales, Australia |
Well, Lucie, I am just spell-bound by what I have read...and I am pleased to say that your poetry has just over-whelmed me with emotion!!! -> I'm glad I could take the time to read a master piece and I hope you would take the time to make many more of them!!! ------------------ A mailman was mailing mailmen to other mailmen so these mailmen could mail these mailmen in a mail truck that didn't mail mail but mailed men!!! |
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Saxoness
since 1999-07-18
Posts 1102Texas |
wonderful piece, and sadly truthful. Well done ------------------ "Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me." -Charles Brugnot |
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