Song of a Broken Man
The windswept idyll nurtured me
As if to say, arise, go free
Success and power's your destiny
That's all behind me now
The winsome willow bent to say
Godspeed, young man, be on your way
Go seek your purpose, don't delay
And failure disavow
Five long deep winters passed in haste
And early promise lay displaced
All resolution went to waste
And melted in the spring
But still, though penniless, I fought
To find the pipe dream that I sought
Employing what the willow taught
To futile hope I'd cling
I watched as others grew and fled
With nonchalance, released from dread
Of troubled paths that lay ahead
So easily, it seemed
My future role stayed unresolved
As summer into fall evolved
All fine intention fast dissolved
I fell, as ne'er I'd dreamed
With new resolve I took a gun
My erstwhile properness undone
An unsuspecting mother's son
Succumbed to desp'rate rage
I wasn't proud, but felt relieved
In innocence, I still believed
My guiltless plea'd be well received
The judge I'd assuage
Alas, reality occurred
And in a trance, I scarcely heard
The judge's last condemning word
For life, and no reprieve
Oh, winsome willows, pray for me
The knife is sharp, I'll soon be free
Perhaps this was my destiny
Farewell, I'll take my leave
A very sad but beautifully written poem - perfectly rhymed....
The lament of a poet. told only as a poet can, spilling from the heart, fighting through passion and tears...a sad farewell. Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing