A Father's Plea
(12 Syllable Blues)
Why you go there resides within your pretty head
Where to muse of a confined love pale and flagrant
When you could be home here safe asleep in your bed
To wander through each night as one would a vagrant
In streets of shadows where silhouettes dwell mazy
Where to muse of a confined love pale and flagrant
For this place hence leaves my heart grave my mind hazy
Your eyes wide open and only for the moonlight
In streets of shadows where silhouettes dwell mazy
Your need to taste the power of the bloom such plight
When steps you take so brazen a journey of chance
Your eyes wide open and only for the moonlight
To tout your wares a dangerous game in life’s dance
Under a stale archaic lamp in lanes narrow
When steps you take so brazen a journey of chance
Fearful I am one dark day I will find you dead
Why you go there resides within your pretty head
Under a stale archaic lamp in lanes narrow
When you could be home here safe asleep in your bed.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
Copyright © Harry Horsman | Year Posted 2018
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