The Ballad of a Heartbroke Gypsy
as shadows stake claim to dark night
somewhere a lonely gypsy is singing
and weeping drops upon dry ground
making camp with sad voice ringing
lady luck no longer walks at his side
each night he sits by this fire for one
remembering a girl called Irish Rose
her eyes lighting a room like the sun
while she danced men paid her well
she chose the guy offering the most
every night he still sees her swaying
love's fortunes just a shadowy ghost
for his Irish Rose no longer remains
killed by a group of angry townsfolk
now he drives his cold empty wagon
humming lonely songs
of
the
heartbroke
Copyright © John Gilman | Year Posted 2022
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