How Come My Picture's Painted Wrong?

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Hallucination
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since 2001-03-18

Posts 419

0 posted 2002-07-14 09:17 PM

Hi everyone,
this storylyric's a runner up, or what you call it. Of another lyric I'm still writing on called "Little Jessie". But this time you just see it all through the eyes of her father. and they way he's life's gone.

Best Wishes,

Brian.

"How Come My Picture's Painted Wrong"
© 2002 Brian Eggertsen, All Rights Reserved

A rusty old trailer's my home today,
those future dreams of mine seems far away,
because years back I chose nothing instead of all.
I was married with a lovely daughter,
but time ran short so I rarely saw her,
and now she's all grown up she never write or call.
How come my picture's painted wrong?

I got a small note from Jessie one day,
it read: "Dear daddy, mom has past away",
the funural passed with not a single dry eye.
I said goodbye to my dearest Kasey,
by her coffen I fell to both my knees,
cried: "I'm sorry Kasey but why'd you have to die".
How come my picture's painted wrong?

And Jessie got married to her great love,
I wondered if I should ever show up,
haven't played my part 'for would she let me start now?
But the invertation it never came,
though they send me pictures it's not the same,
through the last ten years Jessie's all I thought about.
How come my picture's painted wrong?

I've had the chance to build a memory,
about Jessie and her family,
I've been able to talk to her as my daughter.
And now and then we hold each other near,
and slowly the lost tears of joy apears,
and then she shows me a doll that I once bought her.
fin'ly my picture's painted perfect.

Tag:
in a old rusty trailer in the country,
hangs a picture of a happy family..

[This message has been edited by Hallucination (07-14-2002 09:19 PM).]

the_loner_23
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since 2002-06-08

Posts 5479
Jacksonville, Florida, USA

1 posted 2002-07-14 10:13 PM

I enjoyed this very much

Cold hands means a warm heart

Music Maker
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since 2002-07-07

Posts 152
THE ORIGINAL !!!!

2 posted 2002-07-15 06:21 PM

Thank you dear friend for your poignant lines - I don't know if they are personal to you, but they certainly are to me, I lost touch, through a broken marriage and bitterness, and have only regular contact now with one of my six children.
The poem rocks me!
Kind regards,
John

Grass won't grow under feet that don't move.

Sunshine

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Listening to every heart

3 posted 2002-07-15 06:23 PM

Too often we don't hurry to do what we know in our heart we must, for some fear holds us back...usually it is the fear of rejection, when all they are doing, is waiting for our first step....

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