The Day I Left the Soup
The day I left the soup a tear begat my eye
pictures of streams, meadows, and fairy tales
somehow vanished from a bright daydream sky
emptiness tugged heartstrings in my holy grail
The spirits poured a sour sauvignon blanc tune
spilt out from closed chambers of a silent room
rags on the floor wipe away at an ugly buffoon
closing another chapter away in an ancient tomb
Sunset smiles for one final curtain call then flies
dreams darken, fairy dust is dropped and all is lost
promises all have floated away with the butterflies
and the Easter lilies have all given way to the frost
The day I left the soup a tear begat my eye
My dear friends it is so hard to say goodbye
03/21/2016
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