Daniel Larson Poet Rhyme

Still a star

Well, I filled my glass with bourbon
Watched the sun set over the rise
Thought of everything that's passed by
And I wiped the tears from my eyes

I oft' think of tomorrows now
And those days that will follow on
See all the roads are breaking down
And now directions are all wrong

They had buried you on Sunday
In the middle of pouring rain
We dropped roses on your casket
Recalled the day when you were slain

Never did find your attacker
A crime of passion so they said
For your lover just disappeared
The day that you were to be wed

Found your body that same evening
Flat out on the cold kitchen floor
A bloodied kitchen knife was left
Laying just outside the back door

Well, that was thirty years ago
Still no verdict has been returned
Not many give a second thought
It's like the bridges have been burned

Your memory is a keepsake
Which is now held by just a few
But somewhere in a bedroom hangs
A fading photograph of you

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