Stumbling like a sailor back into port
Fumbling for keys like a jailor of sorts
(looking to take what he feels he needs)
And there's a person with a mild disease
but they're dying all the same - all the same,
"Somebody please - please take my hand
And if you can't walk me to the promise land
Well at least make some kind of decent stand."
I'll be there tomorrow & you'll have better days
We're gonna put your past in jars w/ funny sayings.
Come on over here - I'm gonna wash your hair
Then we're gonna have some smiles over beers
Get dressed the night is young and your full of rest.
With money, cars & big houses - do you want to live?
Powerless with flowers - some have so much to give
Best of the Roses,
John French mystrawhat.com
Things We're Afraid to Say: Webs of Everyday Media
Poetry By John Alan Conte`, Jr.
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