Heroin Aka Brown Lady
Horse's, goat's ,the herb's and the hen's,
A picture of the idyllic blend.
A handsome chap at this stage was he,
A prouder man there could not be.
Though strong and wise she found his chink,
The brown lady came and gave him a wink.
Euphoria soaked him to the skin,
Just once more say's he, I'm not weakening.
Brown lady engulfed him from every side,
His life now not his, leaves only his pride.
It's only a blip I can sort this he'd shout,
As he sells his last hen and his family walk out.
He held down a job with his head still up high,
A struggle each day with a tear in his eye
The creases get deeper, the strange hue of his skin.
There now was a void where a person had been.
Thirty years he clung on as he carried this sin,
His daily routine, find a vein left within,
Valentines day he did give up the fight,
The brown lady won. Finally taken her flight.
Copyright © Carolyne Lloyd-Hartley | Year Posted 2010
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