Saturday, 4 November 2017
Arnie
The year Lady passed away,
i couldn't get past the blues,
was shrunken day to day,
i hated to be alone,
or seeing anyone new,
on the street or Metro,
but you were an angel,
i hadn't got a clue,
in that post war rage,
you arranged the loans,
introduced me with dancing crews,
put jelly on my bones,
before my fame,
i only thought of you,
and what you created,
then you started to waste,
i played successful tunes,
it was a different age,
your tune still resonates,
still hangs in what i knew,
but a web crossed my face,
you didn't hesitate,
said stay with the truth,
but keep away from ingrates,
now when my voice is raised,
i have no need of you,
down these alleyways,
you don't see much view.
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