Thank you for the offer,
to let the world go to hell,
If I could, I would, believe me,
and then who could tell.
BUT, I'll hold you in my dreams
and you may never know,
just how much I wanted you,
but was afraid to show.
I've thought about how very nice,
being with you could be
in that frozen far off land
a wilderness man and me.
If hearts could fly I'd be there,
in a twinkling of an eye
in that far off land
where the land meets the sky.
Dreams of tall trees round us
we'd sit and write epic poetry
but then I stopped to contemplate,
sadly, how all this can not be.
Friends we'll have to savor,
because time is far from right
to be more to each other, although,
I secretly, wish we might.
I've chains of limitations,
to which I must comply,
but your words enchant my soul,
as well as delighting my eyes.
And in my heart, I'm wishing,
you were, that special one,
because you are so fantastic
and it's been so damn much fun.
So she nested down to rest a while
And heard the voice of a happy child.
She felt the wind among the trees
And smelled the aroma of Sweet peas.
So all seemed right and it should have been
Until that ill begotten wind;
That brought a hawk swooping around,
To search the trees and the ground.
His shadow fell upon the nest, and
you probably now, have guessed the rest.
She tried to fly to a safer haven
But was engulfed by the shadow raven.
Such was life for the bird and the tree
And all the things around you and me.
All pleasures soon do end,
In a cycle of life that begins, once again.
The happy child became a man
And shot down a hawk upon his land
Then the man grew old and one day died
And the birds sang and an old woman cried.
If that won't work, they try another;
"Oh goodness, let me be your brother!"
Should they a wise woman find
Then they will pretend to be so kind
And speak of all their tender ways
Hoping to find a girl who plays,
Their silly--"Let's go to bed," games!
And then they'll leave her in shame,
But occasionaly, they aren't the best
At playing the game of conquest.
And the only way they can win the strife,
Is to take the woman for their wife.
Most woman, are to them, I fear
Someone to "screw", without a care!
There is no balance on their scale
It's ninty-nine percent for the male.
So girls be leery of any man,
He'll stick it to you, if he can
And to his friends he'll go and tell
Let's hope, they all end up in hell!!!