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The Writer In Me
by Walter LaVerne Jones → (All Poetry by Walter LaVerne Jones)
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Walk a while and we can talk about the life out there in the real world
Down in the dumps walks from sun to moon Riverfront gives way to a room by the hour Child of the evening takes her toll and leaves Sad relent takes the mind on one last trip bad drug Daddy said he drank but a few reach for bottle We all sing by the barrel a bit of dow-op-boop Sandman spread and made the drug of life sing Special in his own world he brought life to the street Voice set to the tap and the cry of voices in the night Dandy and flesh all a part of shuck and jive lives Man sings as the hero plays the song of living Sat at the piano bar and sang every song he knew Skip in the feel of trying to be just like I was Then again I was my son and I was in love with me A place by the way feel the good life and I know It was not the money nor was I the show of winning People claim she was the reason I live smiles past She was the reason I lived the life of a happy man She is the reason the band plays as we waltz the floor As the last of the play starts to end she hold me with a kiss Heart as good as gold never to be purchased or sold We promised the good life but never delivered we just live Daddy played the role bounced the heads off the wall Protected the voice dressed in the black of night Me I was the child of determinations sad on review Life�s excuse skipping past the strings tied to the door Pulled the tooth but my scream bought me a dollar Heard the guitar and waited as daddy sang the blues Glasses of grain alcohol by the glass free of charge Two years old behind bars lawman feared the old man Cell-mates all fell silent as his voice filled the silence Deep and pure walls echo the sound and tears fell from the hard Tear jerkers as he said left his lips slurred from the booze Still so strong that all held the sound echoing up and down She put her arms around me told me she loved me more than ever Days in the future those words changed to hate but the drugs died At the stone nobody sings we just visit for a while praying A fourteen-year kid left to find the only song he knew She cries in her sleep not for the love lost but for the drug that died No passion left only a dream burned in the spoon of never ending loss Twenty-one and home from the war seeing only a piece of life's cost Hold her one last time we changed both neither better just lonely cold My soul is what it is a battle ground naive dancing to the sound of ideal She kisses my cheek and walks through the door for the last time Never turns or hesitates as she must for the tears burden her choice I place a fist through the wall not knowing the answer only knowing it was wrong Age takes it role time counts a need of maturity and the grace of God saves Pick the correct values raise a family to be better for your wrong, smiles sometimes