But There Is No Brass Ring To Reach For
BUT THERE’S NO BRASS RING TO REACH FOR
You know what makes my life such a wondrous whirl?
Very little as far as I can think of
Yes, there’s been ladies, women and my first shapely little girl
But I wanted more than just a spiritual love
You know what makes my life a joy?
Nothing that comes to mind
I was ignored when I was a boy
while flames, tears, and disaster is all I’ve ever left behind
You know what makes my life like a carousel?
Nothing I can conjure or envision right now
I know the best amusement park I’ll ever see is hell
And on that Satan took an inflexible vow
No one said that life would be miles of many smiles
My purchase didn’t come with a warrantee
It’s time and tawdriness that hatred defiles
And the best thing about my life sure ain’t me
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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