Bumper

finding
a crumpled
dirt and water
stained piece

of paper
laying by
the side
of skid

row
covered
with news
paper next

to a brown
paper bag
filled with
an empty

bottle
the old
wrinkled
paper un

folded itself
stretching
out showing
tattoo like

ink writing
from an even
older pen
and so i read

what was
written and
written on
one of the

sides was
a score with
notes for what
must be this song:

"Breakup"

All things change and this is good
Cause a stagnant pond's the same
as a flood
One's too much the other's not enough
When it comes to people it may happen
with love

When you know the end has done begun
Why do you stay
When your tears run

Love becomes habit an expected thing
If you don't have it it's a broken ring
It means nothing and you feel the same
All except for the hate and pain

When you think your heart strings've done 
been unstrung
Why do you stay
When your tears run

Now it seems your river has run its course
A dry bank and bed leave but one resort
You washed away so many years
And started another river with your tears

When it comes a time a couple's no longer
one
Why do you stay
When your tears run
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Mchattie Avatar
August 16, 2019 at 8:18 PM
A wonderful wright on the passing of love in a relationship. We've all been there. I truly believe all things work out for the better. Have a great night my friend.
Connelly Avatar
August 17, 2019 at 1:27 AM
Thanks for your comment David. Actually, personally, I've only slept with 3 women in my life, and I'm now 58; plus 2 of the women were wives. Open discussion is the best policy especially when talking poetry. I wrote a lot of lyrics for a band "the Denim Dirt Farmers", and have in the past posted some of my lyrics; but this "poem/song" is the use of both my sacred Muses. The first lines are poetry inspired by my current Musa; while the found song lyrics go back to 2003. My 1st wife and truly soul mate. I barely never write on generalities. But from true life. So, actually, I've never been there, but thanks David.
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