Open Poetry #10 |
Loneliness and Poverty |
John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas |
Sittin’ in at a roadside park- With my old guitar… Pickin’ out the “Lonesome Blues”- Watchin’ passin’ cars. I haven’t eat since yesterday- I haven’t got a dime… But loneliness, and poverty- Are two close friends of mine. Loneliness, and poverty… Moved in to take your place. I quit my job, and left the house I couldn’t stand the pace. I couldn’t sleep a wink at night… I’d think I’d hear you call… I seemed to see your features… Painted, there, on every wall. Our friends all said, Just give her time- She needs some time to think. When six months passed, I lost my mind… And I began to drink. I saw it all go up in smoke- For which I’d worked so long… Now loneliness, and poverty… Both help to sing my song. Loneliness is being here- Without you at my side. Poverty, the end result… Of men who lose their pride. Like vultures, they are waiting- To pick a dead man’s bones- With loneliness, and poverty… I’ll never be alone. "You come into this life crying, while the world rejoices. Your goal in life should be to live it in such a fashion, as to leave this world rejoicing, |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Excellent writing, John. The pain really comes alive in this. So sad that this is the life that so many live. Again, well done! Denise |
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Chanson Senior Member
since 2000-08-19
Posts 1559Up Creek w/Out Paddle |
That's some mighty sad pickins' on the ole guitar, Gunslinger. Enjoyed the flow and mood you created. ...chanson~ Music, tonal clear & pure, Caresses the harshest of curves. -me, Song of Gesture |
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