Well Well Well, Oh Well

I thought you were my friend and my best pal

But you pushed me straight into a well

You saw me cry, you heard me yell

But in your eyes

I saw the flaming hell

I thought you really loved me dad

You fooled me to think that you really cared

But you proved me wrong, so wrong instead

While I was drowning

You seemed so glad

I’m your son, ma. I’m your son, you know

You used to love me, or at least I thought so

You nurtured me and watched me grow

But when I needed your hand

You just let me go

I never thought I could love you as much as you loved me

The moments we shared were so sweet, my dear Peggy

How wrong was I to be eventually?

While others were leaving

You too left me

Well, well, well oh well

I thought they would cry

When I die

How wrong was I?

They merely scoffed

And passed me by

May God Be With You

Across the grave, they’ll knock my body down

And waste their tears on the holy ground

And for no reason as far as I can see

They’ll think I’m dead when instead I am free

And soon you’ll realize as I do

May God be with you too

reflection

Life of a Poet

And they ask me

“What do you do for a living?”

“I write poems.” I say.

“Nothing makes me feel more alive.”