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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sometimes Saddest Endings, Are The Righteous Remedy There at the turn, the sharp-toothed crooked end A righteous river, drowned my only friend Twas' remedy for a life - a sad end He was no lamb, so let us not pretend A dark rascal, a hard-hearted lost soul Vagabond, traveler on wicked paths Full of his greed, treasure his only goal Walked he blind from his deep angry wrath! He that was once friend, a very fine man Sailed his ship straight, blessing dawn's treasure Yet in him was evil born from his clan A wild streak tossed in for good measure I too, walked in the dark by his side Thinking we were true heroes on the loose I left, its evil I could not abide He said - "too tame, rather die by the noose"! I heard he went up North for a short spell Found a pretty gal, settled down a bit She then left him- in a deep pit of hell And the bottle he so soon after hit So sad that his redemption was lost In misery, he vowed, world shall pay He, my friend, then paid a heavy cost He wed the dark -hiding from light of day! There at the turn, the sharp-toothed crooked end A righteous river, drowned my only friend Twas' remedy for a life - a sad end He was no lamb, so let us not pretend! Robert J. Lindley, July 2nd, 1980 (As seen the end came, life moved ever onward ) Old Note: July 2nd, 1980 Hold the horses, sun its flame yet burns bright There in the coming dusk, shadows of night A whisper of something, a fleeing word An old poet just begging to be heard His pen racing across paper so white O' the wicked beasts it did so hard smite And within the shadows, a voice sounded You offend, into dust will be grounded I that reach from darkness, your soul will eat I that sing forth blackness, no man defeats Set thy pen aside, bow to worship me Else, I will drown you in the darkest sea. The reply came it was quite sharp and quick. It was- "choose thy sword- I give you first pick". New note- 12-24-2020 Forty years -my how they have swiftly flown Yes, sad tragedies, such I have thus known True, your raging sword has slain many men Yet it has not dulled this poet's brave pen…...
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