The Lonely Man
It was a strange town he found himself in
A Saturday night dance beckoned him come
With warmth he entered that barn made of tin
And saw more beauty than where he came from
Her brown eyes and a pouty little mouth
Caused a first love he questioned not at all
He knew he would stay here in the deep South
And be with this girl at her beck and call
They danced every dance 'til came the dawn
He started to tell her of his great plan
But she kissed him softly and then was gone
He searched but was left just a lonely man
He's old now and as his mind often does
His thoughts turn to her - wonders who she was
August 19, 2016
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