Post the Rose
Like a scouting ranger
The cowboy's flower will
Be my secret messenger
To show how much
I cared and do still
I never told you how bad it was
How much I missed you
How I drowned it
How I almost came through
Like you wanted me to
Sluice gates shut and
I blocked my flow
Vault doors closed to
Hide the treasure
Vanity stopped the show
Because of family illness
I blow the dam, I explode the cache
Out everything pours
Gold coins glimmer on the floor
Untamed flood of feeling, reeling
My mother will not disappear!
Like I have for her!
Like I made you do!
I will take it all
And I will feel it too!
There you are in the
Precious pile, the frothing jetsam
Like losing my mom's mind
It was this bad only one time
When I was losing you
After a generation
When my hair is grey
Instead of sandstone
And I am crinkly not handsome
When it is far too late
I'll do it on your birthday
And our anniversary
For how special you were to me
A picture to hold the place
Of my old face
I hope you know that it
Has meant tragedy arose
Now it's in friendship's style
You'll never see my profile
But I'll post that yellow rose
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