Things of My Soul

There was an old man broken and torn. The look of his hand wrinkled and worn. He had such a look, he must have a tale. So I petitioned to see, what all had befell. Now I warn you, I've never heard a person so sad. Never, not once, since I’ve been but a lad. But I think its worth telling, this old poor man’s fate. I think its worth telling, that we may escape. It starts off quite happy, with a boy and his dad. They loved being together, every moment they had. They’d laugh and they laugh, both filled with love. They both fit together, like a hand in a glove. Now each day was a joy, but they didn’t have much. Just a one room apartment, with a bed and a hutch. And one more possession, a little small horse. With white and brown speckles, and hair kind of coarse. They loved that horse, though it wasn't much to see. They’d ride it together, with so, so much glee. They’d groom it and feed it, with such tender care. It was part of the famil...

Gaze at the waves, look at the churn Taste of the salt, feel of the burn Look all around, miles of water Beat of the sun, hotter and hotter Limitless waves, they keep rolling in Over and over and over again Some are big, some are small Some hit ya so hard, can’t help but fall Wade on out, gonna give this a try Net in my hand, hope in my eyes Gonna catch a fish, without a hook or a rod Gonna catch a fish, like the former men of God Give it a cast, slight arc in the air Gotta get it to spread, throw it with care Can’t see through water, its all brown and murky After cast number ten, still feeling perky. Pull in the net, hand over hand What did ya get? Nothing but sand. Spread the net out, cock back again Pick the next wave, give it a spin Hits with a splash, sinks to the bottom Give it a yank, see if ya got em Tug, tug, tug, anxious to see Empy again, cast nine-hundred and three Shoulders so sore, hands kind of raw The excite...