Lost old lady

Poetry

I Lost my old lady when she went crazy

Used to tell me tales of love and war history

She would say “for every scar there is a story”

Shackled with fetters of iron and brass

Still can’t alienate our destiny

My old lady told me funny jokes

She used to care as well as taunt me

We used to sail like the Navy

She broke a cord – I summoned her with a note

While I was reaching for her throat

I lost my old lady when she passed on

I still sing her favorite songs and mourn

Watching the embers flickering

Through the airy night

As I try to blind my thoughts from the gory sight

I lost my old lady becauseshe never loved me

She would smile in my face – behind my back stab me

With black magic and sorcery she would haunt me

Now she is lost with nobody to stop me.