Walking Crooked Straight To Nowhere
He walks crooked like a cowboy
Who has ridden many a mile
Gritty fingers holding old pipe
Wrinkled face and greying mustache
Looking wisely to the night sky
No smile passes over his lips
His is the path of a loner
A choice to walk life's road this way
Head down one step follows the next
Dim lit his eyes travel old paths
Regrets he has carried with him
Because of the choices he made
You might think he's nothing special
But that is far yes far from true
He has many stories to tell
Listen closely I will tell one
It's true he once was young like you
Kind of handsome in his own way
Women had thought that he was cool
Quiet playful with a fast smile
There was just one that he wanted
Hair of auburn pretty green eyes
But she didn't give him a chance
For he had no cash in his hands
One day with her would be heaven
Wanting her love consumed his soul
Planning to rob a bank of cash
Would prove to be a big mistake
All he wanted was her sweet love
Yes in the end he did get caught
Off to prison for his mistake
Him in shackles he seen her smile
Many years passed his debt was paid
Upon the bunk his sad heart sunk
Within his mind that choice relived
Her love not worth the years he lost
Now much older wiser as well
He is quiet and all alone
Stories many you've heard one here
A sad tale of a girl and gun!
Form Iambic Tetrameter
For Georgio's Structured Forms Contest.
His story required more than 28 lines to tell it fully.
Written: December 5th, 6th and 7th.
My first attempt at this form, forgive me being long winded.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014
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