Patrick Lorenz Poet Ballad

The Old Man

The old man sat up in his bed alone
Tired and hurt by his pain
Not wanting to face the breaking day
Not wanting to do it again

He tried to push the memories away
And think of happy things
But he was tired of this Old World
And the ache that it brings

As he looked around his rumpled room
His life looked back at him
The elusive will to live was gone
And every thought was dim

For you see, he lived a dreamer’s life 
A life that always seemed
That everything he ever tried or did
Was caught up in his dreams

He was going to do all things right
His Life would be a breeze 
But when the final act was played
It brought him to his knees

The one he loved the most in life
The one he gave his heart
She Slowly pulled away from him
And left him in the dark

Alone and broken, ashamed and sad
He knew she wanted more 
He could see it in her eyes and thoughts
As she walked out the door

Maybe tomorrow he reasoned aloud
They will find me dead
All I have to do to make it true
Is put a bullet in my head

But I’m not going to do it that way
That crazy lousy *****
If I hadn’t married and thought it out
Today I would be rich

Hell, I’d be in partying in Vegas 
rollin and shooting the dice
with A girl on each of my arms
I wouldn’t even think twice

I will look and find me happiness 
I can find me another
Young, bouncy, kinda dumb
A lover undercover

Why the heck did I stay so long
She ought to be thankin me
Try getting that boob job now
And you called me crazy

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