Paikin's Song

Yet What Good

Yet what good
Was alone to you
Alex my dear
When before the us
You were lesser much
And can only be
The same again

While yes I was
As so you say
Those years before
And couldn't have had
The good I did
Since we met became
I'm not the same man now

Oh Alex fool
How say you this
When I but go away myself
On my weekends rare
You slip fallback
To your slack sad past
And but hastily clean before
I so return

No doubt Mark
Is the teller of this
Still jealous some
That I won the award
That we both sought

You think I need him
To say what's clear to see
Such a foolish thing to say
When you must have known
I knew how you spent those whens
And only kept my silence
Because I thought it mostly harmless
Since I'm about enough
To keep you from your weakest ways

Well needn't I a mother
Though not about that is this
I just must elsewhere go
And must call an end
To what I never thought
Would see its ending
Before my death

Lucky me I guess
That not we married
Or had us children
For more a louse you would so be

You anger notwithstanding
That same old wish
It is indeed the luck
That naught we did
For then I'd feel bad
About this must I do

Charles Petrie

Yes, I have too many poetry stories on the go, most not more than too few, having only completed one at Tuesday 42(Of 36), less than halfway through finishing the second and already having begun another on my palm, this is a poetry story that I could "do without" as it adds to the "burden".

Then again, Badam!!! It's off to a great start and I had me the thought that maybe just maybe, I'd come here to visit more than four times a month to progress the story along faster, no doubt something that would serve me well.

Hmm, something to consider for sure, as melodramatic doesn't need to become my most blog counted posting site this year or any year, though it is still some likely to do that this year.

Originally posted at yahoo 360/March 28, 2009