Someone Gave Me a Tie (Mixed Rhyme)
I talked to you about poetry
And you see the hidden mystery,
Behind the pangs of solitary;
Me, silently longing to be free,
From the burden of life’s misery.
Oh yes, I consumed much of my days, begging
Unto our God, to bless me, with someone
That’ll help mend my broken spirits, from falling;
I even spelled my three wishes, upon
A star; and you know what? I found
Peace in a prodigal son;
It’s fate that I met this man,
When he suddenly came to town?
But my rebellious soul, once again, bursting
In a paroxysm of rage: it’s not fair!
Thou, I know the reason why he’s departing;
Yet, my selfishness is commanding the air,
For what shall I do, without him?
Who’ll lead me when the light is dim?
Should I spend my remaining
Days, wishing upon a star? Or,
Should I dwell sinning, like before?
Ahh! The time is running…
So fast, like tears of loneliness rolling down
My cheeks, filled with nostalgic sound;
In my soliloquy I gasp, like a clown.
You speak well about the Seal;
Not sure, if you feel what I feel;
But, I did ask our God, to show
Us, not tomorrow, but right now
His love and mercy, for the man,
Who was, once, a prodigal son ---
He, who gave me his black-red tie,
Your cord of love, not of good-bye!
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