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An ode to being left behind

Updated on July 27, 2013

she left me and took my boy

Life is so damned hard

They treat me like a retard

I work and work just to provide

Then she made this grand divide

Away she went on sliver wings

Away to where a new bird sings

She took my lovely pride and joy

She took my lovely little boy

To another state she did flee

leaving me with only me

My house is an empty tomb

I want to crawl back into the womb

Life is hard I must tell you

As I write I am so blue

Thunderstorms in my life loom

As it is filled with dark and gloom

Please reach a hand out my way

So I another day alive, I do stay

I am not much to look at don't you know

Not the one to call a beau

I do reckon I knew this day

Would come like wind to make me sway

Lord please look after her and my son

Keep them harmless from the sun.

I pray that one day they do return

But until then my heart does burn.

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      Christopher Antony Meade 3 years ago from Gillingham Kent. United Kingdom

      I hope you don't have to wait too long.

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      Eric Dierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Oh my friend when you are in love a second is an eternity

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      Sparklea 3 years ago from Upstate New York

      It's wonderful to be in love. You are right...a second IS an eternity.

      When I was dating my husband, when we were together the world around me was magical...it still is...after 39 years of marriage! Blessings, Sparklea Voted up!

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      Eric Dierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Grace is given. I receive it, through you

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      epigramman 3 years ago

      I can see why you need your warm milk my friend.

      No one writes quite like you - sometimes though I wonder if you're pulling our legs in poetic tongue in cheek and that is always a signature of a writer ontop of his game who has the uncanny ability to go in any direction he wants and we as his lucky fans and followers wait with bated breath to see what he is going to do or write next.

      That is my definition of a legend - which is the man called Sir Eric.

      10:57pm

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      Eric Dierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Sire Colin of Epi,

      I just got up from my knees, giving thanks for you. Such prayers are answered when good men like you write for me.

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