Lady love
Young and Innocent, Not in my world,
Maybe a thousand years ago, No fifty shades of grey, only black,

My joy being with pop-pop, his joy his Lady Love adorned in White Powder we would visit.

12 yrs old, I was commissioned, a guard, a lookout, a soldier, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid, armed with a fork and instructions from pop-pop on how to gouge an eye. (Just in case) we ventured to visit Lady Love.

I was ready, a knight in confused armor.

42th street, nobody's dancing, Bright lights washing the hopeless,

"Stay here, I'll be right back, keep a eye out for the bad men in blue"

Alone, armed with a fork, fear, and apprehension, I pushed down below, you see, I adore  the man I needed and wanted to be here. the power of Lady Love.

Bus ride home, Dad out like a light dreaming of heaven,
I'm happy, I love the man,
No dreams of heaven or hell for me
I have my poems.
Firewalker