Mrs Parker

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

Love, and the sweetness of regret.

Homage to Mrs. Parker

Oh to be young and fit and free

And feel the joy of love,

I'm older now and in arrears

For blessings from above.

 

I had it once when I was young

I hoped to find some more,

The years they pass without reprise

Soon time will slam the door.

 

 

I have no pleasures anymore

The whole of life is such a bore,

The fucking soaps, the fucking news

Please go away and leave me booze.

 

 

My mind it chips in a battered groove

I sip to stop the thinking,

No hope that things might soon improve

I will continue drinking.

 

 

And when I fade and cannot see

To raise a glass once more,

They'll gather round and pick me up

And cart me out the door.

 

 

'Neath damp dug soil they'll sink me down

Muttering to God,

What a waste for one so young

What a drunken sod!

 

 

And I will lie in eternal sleep

Without the means to think,

The only thing to worry me

The fact I cannot drink!


Submitted: February 05, 2014

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LyraWolf

Haha, this is brilliant! xD

Wed, February 5th, 2014 8:02pm

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