Some late December Eve
I walk along a snowy trail
Some late December eve
I find a man hanging ‘round
Held there by a single bound
Why does he want to leave?
I watched the snow fall upon his face
It would not melt as far as I could see
I find him in his final sin
Now compelled to find his next of kin
Looks familiar though the name escapes me
Looking up I pondered life
I watched him dangle in the air
I wondered what kind of life he took
And where do I start to look
Under my breath a silent prayer
Help me tell his story
God forgive this man
Let him in your grand palace
Purge him of this malice
Please send me a plan
Starring at his face above
I sit upon a nearby snowy rock
And wonder why I’m here
The answer is not too clear
Though I knew I’d need to work ‘round the clock
This man I swear I’ve seen him before
Not sure of place and time
Was there more I could have done
To save him of his own smoking gun
Shot down before his prime
I know I shouldn’t sit here and cry
Cry over a man I don’t know
Yet I find myself standing here alone
Listening to the larks mournful tone
I let out a sigh of pure woe
I ponder what his purpose may have been upon this earth
Then I think of mine
I hope to see him again
This time not a noose on his neck but with a big grin
With the one divine
I walk back among the rocks, trees, and snow
Back to town to find out a lil’ more
About this man I swear I’ve met
I just can’t say I really know him yet
I want to figure why he’s so sore
Sometime later
I figure out his life
I found he had fair wages
Writing pages
Books, poetry of strife
I found some of his troubles
He likes the drinks and clubs
He was perpetually alone
Was it a choice of his own?
Was it a love of pubs?
Alcoholism was I his blood line
His dad was a mad drunk
His life was full of pain
No wonder he felt there’s little to gain
Always told "you flunk!"
I cannot completely blame him
He had better people to see and place to go
A distant place gone from here
Where forbid words are hate and fear
He ultimately escaped from his all time low
Now years and years have flew on by
Since I last saw his face
I keep his story upon my shelf
For times I wanna kill myself
And know there’s a worse place.
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