Dear Friends And Gentle Hearts
(a tribute to Stephen Foster)
Dear friends and gentle hearts,
I turn to you in hazy thought.
Are you ashamed of me,
Your drunk, has-been poet?
I miss my Maid Marion so much;
She must be nearly grown already.
My heart is with our family Jane!
My heart, however, is unsteady.
Dear friends and gentle hearts,
Where are you in my time of need?
I gave everything I could afford,
Gave to all - despite their greed.
Everyone I met was a friend,
Whatever their station in life.
Even river tramps and fellow winos,
My marrow bleed their strife.
Dear friends and gentle hearts,
The midnight wind is calling.
George, you gave me inspiration --
Together we helped them all sing.
But I let the brass ring slip by,
Grabbing a bottle of rum instead.
If only I had headed my brothers,
I wouldn't be laying here half dead.
Dear friends and gentle hearts,
A black bee whispers "courage".
It sucks hemlock from the comb,
While a banjo plays my death dirge.
Father's Suits
When I was young,
I barely fit into my father's suits --
Even after paper clips and rolling of trouser legs.
When I was older,
I almost fit into my father's suits --
A little tucking here and there was all that was needed.
Now I own all my father's suits and they fit perfectly --
Well, maybe they're a little wide in the shoulders still.
The ties,
On the other hand,
I just could not abide with! |
Submission Name: DearFriends... & Fathers Suits
Good job.