wry smile and small talk...

There’s so much pain in Springsteen’s muse,
Chili Peppers play harps on drug abuse,
And Sumner will strike chords so true,
Of cholera dreams and me and …

Perhaps you too have heard them preach?
Does each strum seep, does each vow reach?
Tonight, lets delve in their words once written,
And see what became of the boy once bitten…

Most said he was a liar,
that someday he’d burn in fire.
That for all sporadic ramblings,
He was a loaded gun for hire.
They said he was a con,
So fake, each smile he’d worn,
But for all that they found lacking,
they asked about once he was gone.

And when the skies were rent asunder,
He raised his gaze in all this wonder,
And his mind’s eye said if you pander,
Then they shall continue to slander.

So he paid heed and in his drifting,
Left the world and social sifting,
Looked for reprieve and ones communion,
Looked for his own and his own union.

Shunned mendacity, shunned awesome lies,
Shunned the smog that scorched the skies,
Watched the birds, their lonely view,
And sometimes he’d think of…

With time and tide our boy forgotten,
Greed preyed on hearts and hearts turned rotten,
And came that night when life itself seemed fleeting and terse,
And the boy started his numerous excursions into verse

That boy now a man, laid awake cringing with the throes
Wondering if underneath this shattered sky
If he should somehow fall asleep,
Would her eyes still close?

‘The Lord bless thee and keep thee. May He shine his countenance upon thee. May He be good to thee and grant thee His peace.’ Ameen