Poetry

Lonesome Town

written by: Mike Basile

Would you come on down to Lonesome Town?
To a kingdom where Sorrow wears the crown?
Come along now, make the trip with me.
In a place like that, I could use company.
We can walk the streets, among the broken,
those who rant, in thoughts outspoken.
Their minds are unfiltered, leaking sanity.
To try and save them, would be an act of vanity.
For they lack a spark, any kind of a soul,
it was taken from them, put out like a coal.
When their lovers left them, it rent them apart.
As if they had cut out each piece of their heart.
The beaten meander, both by day and by night
yet their eyes never open, never to see the light.
A depressing scene, with this I'll agree.
But I'm glad for coming here, you along with me.
For as we walk among the lost and homeless,
I notice we have something that they do not posses.
A simple friend to talk to, or to depend on,
a person in our lives who is not yet foregone.
For every being, one of two ways,
will no longer be there at the end of our days.
So let us cherish these moments, as we walk down
the lonesome streets, of Lonesome Town.