Once round the merry-go-round
of Life took me, then found me
alone, as I lost my wife, to a man
I’d called friend.
And now when I think of all that
I’ve met, on the Ride Of Life,
I sigh and moan… as I curse that
Man I’d called friend.
And, little by little, as I dwell
on the past, and that first ride
of Life, I feel sure, that I’m
going, right round the bend …
She stands in the doorway ~
A vision in black; in a top and
long skirt; and, I’m, hoping
this day she will flirt.
And, she beguiles, with a smile,
that says to me ‘kneel’ ~ and I do…
pleased to please her, as I assume
she might desire.
But no, I am wrong this night…
as just a little while later, I find
myself bound tight: and ~
She smiles.
Happiness Is… and,
happiness isn’t …
what you are,
who you are … to me.
I want you to want me
as I want you
But, when I see you,
on the train each morn,
You don’t look up
from your book…
…And, I want you to
want me, as I want you.
Yet it seems never to be:
And to you, it’s like I never
were born…
“Sadness, badness,
What am I?”
I said to the woman
at the foot of the stairs,
who took me in hand…
and then…
took me in hand.
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