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By The Shoreline

This Man works hard

Everyday in his life

Comes home to nothin

But a displeased wife

 

Turns about face

Walks out the door

Walks with a

Bottle of whisky by the shore

 

The waves are crashing in

A few feet away,

The tide pulls back

And replays

 

His whole life

Has gone downhill

Doctors results are in

Gotta write a will

 

Sign everything away

To a total stranger

Cause no one in his life

Can take the danger

 

For the first time

In a few long years

He, drops his head

And sheds his tears

 

All the peace

Has gone away

Along with every ounce of trust

Lost day by day

 

He can't take

This life no more

Practically sold his soul

To his store

 

In the distance

The church bells ring,

Why won't god

Give this man his wings?

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Written by
bruno-joseph-orsi
Canadian
Published
Jul 22, 2010
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