Poetry

Monday, 13 May 2024

I left her

 I left my mother in Japan

I left her Tokyo

I left her in the blue Havana

Cafe in Borneo

She fell asleep in Bucharest

I put her on a train

She arrived in a parcel In Budapest

And I cried my tears in vain

I left my mother in Miami

And on the streets of Vancouver

And she was a pearl on the cold Scottish shore

Where the Eagles swoop and the yammy

Tides are washing her like a shell

I left her so I'm going to hell

To find out if I can find her well

But she's probably going to heaven


I left her somewhere off Lundy

I left her on Tuesday

Found her on Sunday

And it is a pool of retirement

fund pay

That the sharks are all circling round


And nothing remains 

But the bullet

It's so hard to chew

Not much remains but the brain

Where once such intelligence grew


You say you can save my soul, well who, knew

Who knew did you?

No you needn't say for you don't get pay

For doing what you're supposed to do


You are the same non-believer

Who bit the bullet of faith

Well did it serve you to leave her

When you went and got egg on your face?


And we're all in a traffic jam now boys

All time has come to a stop

For I left to go and buy an ice cream

Just from the snack shop

When I got back she was swimming

When I got back with the pop

And I could see the sunlight

gleaming over the water wave tops


I guess I must have left her for the last time

Just when the carousel stopped

And I climbed off the dancing pony

And then dizzy I just dropped


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