Dead as a door nail
longer than a short hair
Crazier than my au pair
living in luxury
Counting on ten fingers
while my headache lingers
fatter than an opera singer
singing songs about his misery
Mountain from my mole hill
think I need a chill pill
living with no ill will
while I am practicing my tambourine
Hard to keep from cursin
with this headache I am nursin
trying to avoid a public scene
Time to get some fresh air
while I still have head hair
maybe sink a submarine.
He is very smartly dressed
'Sir', you might hear him being addressed
No one would even think he might be distressed
His smile does not hint that he is stressed
Yet he has just learnt his daughter is clinically depressed
At a loss he is, completely clueless
A hero to his daughter he ought to be
To have his progeny look up to him with eyes so hopeless
Unable to fight the enemy now faceless
For he is completely powerless
'Worry not my dear', his wife says
I will be with you all the way
And this dragon for our daughter we will slay
Dead as a door nail it will lay
For I believe in you, she says
With loving eyes he looks at her
This wonderful creature believes in me, he realises
For with absolute resolve in her eyes
Her love, support and belief in him manifests
And with a sigh of relief he hugs her
Inhaling the scent that is uniquely hers
A plan of action he formulates
On how to aid his ailing daughter
Noting the subtle changes in her spouse
A prayer slowly into the sky drifts
For she now knows
That all will be well in her world.
at this sycamore
tree up and down the acorn
trees scampering and
~
running and hiding
nuts while dodging cars on the
streets leaving tire
~
marks across his back
dropping those nut collected
his stomach he laid
~
dead as a door nail
nuts scattered all over ground
squirrel don't need now
10/18/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Love kicked me with no hesitation
I am sore as a vigorously used muscle
I have became love's rag doll
Started up, but soon plummeted downward
Love has grabbed and choked me abruptly
As of right now, I am dead as a door nail....
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