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My attempt at a poem with a feeling of the song "Whisky in the Jar" by Metallica. |
Well, I'm the rollin' stone, used to being alone, and I never had time to wonder About this, about that, whether fiction or fact, while I roamed 'neath the rolling thunder. Then she came along like a heavenly song and I started to think about "love"; in her jade-green eyes, to my great surprise, I found faith in this thing from above. Jack of all trades, master of none, wonderful lover, second-born son. And so she was mine, at least for this time, it seemed our love was never-failing. The sky was so blue when it was us two, it seemed it would be smooth sailing. She loved all my flaws, they gave her no pause, and I think I viewed her the same. We thought it was forever we would be together, but the young think love is a game. Jack of all trades, master of none, wonderful lover, second-born son. Footsteps making dirt swirl, carried me far from that girl, who left me in the winter's cold snow. Twas my fault she left; now my heart is bereft, from that beautiful girl I used to know. So now she is gone, and the shadows grow long, and the only fault I see is mine. I'll drink her away, you know what they say, don't know what you have ....til it's left you behind. |