THE LONELY PUPPETEER

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

About a man and his puppet.

I am just a puppet, my life held on strings

My master is my friend, he would tell me funny things

About love and loss and loniless

And all the things that he would fear

And I would always shed a tear

For the lonely puppeteer

He would take me to his shows, he would love me till the end

But later I'd find out, that I was his only friend

His pal, his buddy, his companion

I tried to talk to him, but he'd never hear

The thoughts just went right through the ears

Of the lonely puppeteer

But then he met a girl, and then everything changed

Then you'd think he was deranged

He spoke of love and hope and happiness

But I still shed a tear

Because no one for me was here

Not even my lonely puppeteer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Submitted: November 28, 2013

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Evelina Duile

What a sad yet sweet poem. When his Master found love now the poor puppet feels the sadness and loneliness his Master once felt. Great job, Harrison!

Fri, November 29th, 2013 3:36am

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Thank you.

Fri, November 29th, 2013 7:59am

RedInkWriter

This is an original, bittersweet poem that I greatly enjoyed.

Wed, January 1st, 2014 4:39am

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Thank you.

Tue, December 31st, 2013 8:39pm

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