A Tale Of My Life
There's a tale to tell,
That happened back in the '60's.
Oh, how I remember it well!
Back in the days
On the street of Dire Straits,
When I lived life in a haze.
One night I awoke with a start,
Thinking of innocent Rosie
And how she'd broken my heart,
Creating insomnia for me.
I was driven up from my bed,
Needing medicine to sleep,
I couldn't get her out of my head.
One, two, then four pills I took,
Sitting in my Spandex boxer shorts,
Soon I was drifting, without any pain,
Having a weird dream, of sorts.
I floated through wormholes in the wall,
Into lunar craters filled with nuclear waste.
This really happened, I still clearly recall.
Vacuum salesmen were arriving on UFO's
Gathering for their annual convention,
Bringing friends, they came in droves.
“Let's wine and dine!” their leader said,
As the crowd demanded Tid-Bits for food.
Then suddenly, I saw back in my kitchen,
My friends gathered in somber mood.
The gig was over; a Hammond organ played,
Listerine soaked tissue was passed around,
While I lay on the floor all frazzled and frayed.
Since then, I never touch those little pills that I took.
It's rare times, when I can't seem to catch any sleep,
Then, I pass the long, quiet nights by reading a book.
I wish I could convince everyone my story is true!
Such a scary time, when I went out of my head,
And saw me quiet taken by the turn of events.
How can I ever explain the words I never said?
The words, “I love you Rosie. Please be my wife.”
Oh, but my best friend beat me in winning her hand,
Now, it's him, not me, having a miserable life!
Copyright © Virginia Mitchell | Year Posted 2010
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