From a Trailer Park In Keokuk

she came from the town of keokuk for what she did, she charged a buck or sometimes two; everyone said she was an evil gal, but she changed my luck, that evil gal from keokuk! in the most painful, miserable year of my life: i saw her walking in the worst snow storm iowa ever seen; i helped her up the icy-steep hill to her run-down trailer park; after putting away her groceries scant we talked till it was dark. swings left it does - fate; swings right it does - fate; while fate and angels fight for space while dancing on the head of a pin; but does it go straight - fate? can it? i think not! by august i knew her well; by january i proposed; in june i married lisa she made a lovely bride; just after i come home from the war with a bayonett wound in my side. then twenty years later a viper named fate twisted and coiled and struck! and she smiled at me before she died and held my hand so tight... i remember that night thru our tears; it was so dark and awful a place! the wound in my side throbbed again in great pain! and i knew the war was no worse than this. she left little billy and me late that night i know for a far better place: it's not at all like a trailer park; and it's where angels WIN the dance with fate - and lovely souls like lisa can sing amazing grace!