Fire Engine Blues
The Child I once was and knew so well
Has faded into a harden shell
I won and lost a battle here and there
But, yet the war it rages everywhere
My wisdom do earn and over rate it
And yet, still others will debate it
Faithful trust, just turned into dust
Life was de-veined, derailed, just a bust
I must, I must, I must
Postponed and deflated
Under rated Twas some others fate
I entered into life; a little less, then late
Who dare such a thing?
Whom could bare such; without wings?
Debased I can not sing
Gone Is my wedding ring
With Burning Passions
Set a blaze; my eternals rage
Bones and flesh are melted, as the Ice
I take one more hit, a final slice
Fathers and mothers race
A child left with out a face
Flames grown and have over whelmed
Limbs deformed and burned I squirm
I did not ever learn
I was Burned
Sirens sound fires burn
The loneliest of hues
While I listen to
The Fire Engine Blues
A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man
Copyright © Donald Beres Jr | Year Posted 2010
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