»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #4
»
My Only Friend
| Open Poetry #4 |
|
My Only Friend |
|
|
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
|
My love is always at my side, A mistress cold and real. Not of flesh and bone is she- But blue, case-hardened steel. A choice I made so long ago, A lonely way of life... She’s closer than a brother, though A lover, or a wife.... If I were carving notches- To ten I could lay claim... Each one a spectre in my dreams, Each one a person’s name. Each one a human life cut short, No claims, I wasn’t willin’ I never drew upon a man- Unless he needed killin’. Now, it seems I’m growing old And time has slowed my hand, One day soon I’ll end my string- There, face down in the sand. I’ll leave no one to dress my grave- No one to mourn for me.. At last the old man with his scythe Shall set a prisoner free. The nights are long, I sing my song Until my race is run- My only friend, my love, my all- A Smith&Wesson gun. |
||
| © Copyright 1999 John R. Yaws - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
Denise
Moderator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Thoroughly entertaining! Denise |
||
|
Tara Simms Senior Member
since 1999-08-12
Posts 1244Honea Path, SC USA |
ah, the loneliness of the gunfighter's life is palpable in this. It matters not how strait the gate; How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. --W.E. Henley |
||
|
Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
I do get the sense of loneliness through this - well done! |
||
|
starboards Member
since 1999-10-14
Posts 467longwood, florida |
very enjoyable indeed gunslinger!  Starboards "I wont look back, I wont regret, though it hurts like hell someday I will forget" |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
