Robert Three

A worn out empty feeling, for all you wish to try the pain of someone leaving, she brings me the news, like a gunman hides, when he knows the truth, never mean she lights the sea, an artist bright as sky, for this old has been, looking for something new, a need to find, she hears the Delta Blues, who never leaves her street, tho' she works and sighs, with what young women need, it has killed a few, failing with the light, at St Anthony's pews, shelters me with her being, like a soul on fire, the smile of a living queen, she asks me to retire.