July 24, 2017



I just want to be happy I hear him say

I don’t get involved, I have my own problems

But he pleads more than tells me this time

A drink in one hand, a Bible in the other

So I listen and don’t walk away as others do

He tells me a sad story, it really is

And I want to tell him mine, I really do

But he doesn’t listen just because he stops talking

Taking a breath and drink together saves time

And I can’t help but think of the rope in my bag

And how happy I will be in a little while

Swinging in a tree like I did when I was a kid

Well sort of

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