Now That's a Shame

~~~ Tis a gladness found in sadness mostly pleasure wince of pain From an odor round the barroom none the boys could e'er explain Like a billowed line of washin' after gentle fallen rain Tis the wail of spring befallin' on a barfly oh ... the shame ~ Lo there's homework I'm the tender to a list of things that broke Ere the boss be sharing surely words no poet ever spoke Lazy good for nothing boozer paint the fence and fix the gate You want a pint ... you must be kidding Plow the forty ... 'fore it's late ~ Down the misty path of memories thoughts of Kelsey's brew appears In a vision almost godly round a table rests my peers And no memory tarries longer forceful clearer sweeter stronger than ol' Kelsey pouring liquor at the bar I sheds a tear ~ Summer sadness tans bare shoulders to replace the winter's shun And the kids each day they greet me ... Morning Dad YOUR IT ... then run Lord I never knew that Heaven 'twas the place beyond my wall Till I heard my children laugh while toasting mallows in the fall ~ Though breath of Heaven washed the aftertaste of Kelsey's from my life And forever I'll be holding ... dear new memories with my wife I am angered at the sign that hangs atop ol' Kelsey's door . . . NO BARFLIES . . . . . . CASH RESPECTED . . . ~ Sure His wife now runs the bar ~~~