Michael James Poet Ballad

Whiskey Lullaby

TONIGHT HE SITS AT THIS BAR.
THE BOTTLE HIS ONLY FRIEND
THROUGH TEAR-STAINED EYES
HE TAKES ANOTHER DRINK
TO CHASE AWAY THE PAIN
OF THE LOVE HE COST THAT NIGHT
HE HAS TO PLAY TONIGHT
HE TELLS THE CROWD
THIS IS MY LAST SONG FOREVER 
THEY SAW THE PAIN IN HIS EYES
THEY FELT IT FROM HIS HEART
AS HE SANG A WHISKEY LULLABY
NOONE EVER KNEW THAT NIGHT
THAT HE HAD A LOADED GUN 
IN HIS BELT 
HIS FINAL PRAYER WAS ANSWERED
WHEN HE SANG A WHISKEY LULLABY.
                                                                  BY:
                                                        MICHAEL JAMES

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Jay Loveless March 3, 2010 at 11:33 AM Damn...this have to do with the beautiful song? I love singing it. Awesome poem. xo Rain

Marty Owens February 19, 2010 at 4:17 PM Love your poem but it's kind of sad...Marty