The struggle is real
She pulled him out, He falls back
As part of the deal
He’s so grateful
She welded together his life
Endured the sparks of strife
Until He stood whole
Without the past He stole
There are no hidden answers
In the next barroom dancer
It becomes plain to see
What you meant to me
Words words words
Nothing is absorbed
Lies lies lies
All kept in side
At the table she set me down
Weary from a familiar song
I am the man she made
Then cast off in a trade
to be continued ....
By Dave Schipper (c) 2019 Rose Riversongs
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