Marie

Marie When I leave this place, remember me. I never accomplished anything, But I kept on writing my poetry. I wrote it just for you and all for me… Sitting in a bar, she drinks whiskey and gin. I don’t drink myself, but she can do her thing. As I watch her dance, I sit here and think, She sure is beautiful; I am so glad she is my perfect, beauty Queen. She has always been there since the days of no cash And when I have nothing to say, she can always make me laugh. My sweet Marie, my pretty thing; My sweet Marie can always make my heart sing. In my pickup truck, she picks me up. We have got a show to see tonight, that we sure do love. There’s a man on stage, Talking about the olden days. Marie gives me a hug and we reminisce. Those memories, they still remain; She can take me back to the beginning with just a single kiss. We met in a bar in a rundown part of town; We made some money and I own that bar now. ‘It’s a bad investment’; that’s what they all said, But I smile at them all and say “You’re a long time dead.” I’ve only got one life to live And I have found Marie, my pretty thing; So you can all worry about the money, I’ve got all that I need… My sweet Marie. (C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.