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Jun 2020
Ridden the road the hard way, son,
Left my soul in pending.
Forfeit all the good things gone
Remembered well, their ending.
Recalled that special moment, son,
When I met your mother.
Trouble, son, was at that time
I sadly yearned another.
Now complications ebb and flow
And for reasons, now forgotten,
I chose to back the wrong girl, son,
Who turned out, simply rotten.
Besides my heart she stole my cash
And left me by the wayside,
Badly beaten and forlorn
Despondent on the down slide.

Your Mama came and picked me up
Drunken and in strife,
Slapped my face and dressed me down
And fed me facts of life.
Realization, like a thunderbolt,
Plain hit me in the gut
That, she, the only thing of value
Made me keep my big mouth shut.
I walked on eggs for days, son,
Played my cards so well
Then quite suddenly it struck me
That she caused my heart to swell.
The days, thereafter, shined so bright
The nights began to spin
And love arose in splendour, son,
To pave your passage in.
You came about like thunder, son,
You paved the way with gold
When all at once, my baby boy
She gave to me, to hold.
Never was the sun so bright
The night, the stars, the moon
When Gabriel stepped forth to blow
His most resplendent tune.
When life took onΒ a magnitude
When she and thee and I
Did elevate beyond the cloud
To soar into the sky.

But weakness be my failing, son,
This weakness be my sin
When, then, a lithe and wanton ****
Did undulate, with talent, in.
I broke her heart, I let you down
I threw our life away
Descended into purgatory, son,
...And thus, I shall now pay.
I've ridden the road the hard way, son,
Left my soul in pending.
Forfeit all the good things gone
Recalled, well, their ending.

M.
29 June 2020
Marshal Gebbie
Written by
Marshal Gebbie  79/M/"Foxglove",Taranaki, NZ
(79/M/"Foxglove",Taranaki, NZ)   
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