if i only knew what regret meant
yes, you're just listening to my boring rants
Friday, August 29, 2008
where wasted hopes and dreams abound
a wrinkled man with life near end
in hopes to have at least one friend
fashioned bits of wood and things
and made a dummy run by strings
he sat alone for hours on end
conversing with his only friend
and found delight within the fact
that he controlled it's very act
he told it how he never had
a chance, since all his luck was bad
although he tried so to succeed
the friend nodded and agreed
and how his journeys in romance
had never given him a chance
and wasnt it a crying shame
that he was always held to blame
when everyone knew oh so well
that life is but a living hell
controlled by lust, power and greed
the friend nodded and agreed
with patience that would rival saints
that friend sat through all complaints
and with each little expert tug
he'd drop his head, bow or shrug
and give some comfort to the man
who held his lifelines in his hand
and helped to fill a lonely need
when he just nodded and agreed
senility increased with time
as did the old man's phantomime
and feverish fingers pulled with glee
the dummy's dance of misery
they never left each other's side
until the day both stopped and died
we found them lying hand in hand
the dummy and his wooden friend
dedicated to touran and all those out there who had friends not worth
astrocow
15:52
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