Dave Cox Poet Ballad

Sean

Sean

I met a man with enthusiasm to spare 
He was over fifty with not much hair
But with his mouth racing 
And his brain in gear, 
I just couldn’t stop listening and
Wanting to hear. 
It was a breath of liquid Fuel. 
Like a super charged gust that boosts
Acceleration and kills all rust. 
It gave me hope and replaced All fear. 
He was a gift and he was sitting here….

When he left I wanted him back, because he
Taught me a lesson 
About the thing that I lack
The thing not in my possession. 
He’d cured me for life 
Or was it an hour coz when he left
I was a teetering tower. 
And slowly and slower my apathy returned
The fires went out 
Which my soul had burned
And then came the doubt 
It will never occur
And I went to sleep 
And started to snore
I wish I could see him every day, 
Don’t get me wrong I’m not gay, 
But the fire that burned
And the passion he gave 
Is now locked in a cabinet 
A rusting, tin grave. 
And I’ve lost the key!

David Cox 5/4/18

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Leo Larry Amadore June 10, 2020 at 12:05 PM An interesting and pleasantly communicative piece you have offered us, and I did appreciate the familiar nudge to remember a few people who have stimulated me to thought and action and whose presence I sought out and missed greatly when they were gone. Thanks for touching on the rarely expressed appreciation we should have for them.