Read Poem by Gary Maverick Morton

It was a dark and lonely night. I remember,
When the sky turned red, my heart sang to me,
Inside this cold and lonely closet,
All these dreams and all these other weird things,
Nothing but a bunch of loud words from dishonest friends
No clothes on my back, just my words to defend
I remember I didn’t forget I gave all I had down to the last
Drip. What about for you? What about for love? What about for God in the heavens above?
You and I had this dream inside this heart of our apple tree,
But man a trade with his soul,
In a woman, half his apple in her hold,
But now she is just too dam bold
From all this knowledge I’ve shared with her,
Look, oh my God, behold, a woman has half my apple in her hold!
Maybe I should take what I have and hide,
Run like hell to the other side,
Maybe over there, I might find some fresh water to give this old tree a fire burning hotter,
Just maybe I might get another chance,
If I can keep up my house, I might get a new pair of pants!

Written by Gary Maverick Morton
©️ 1986

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