Shawn"s Chair and Dark Ebony
Shawn's Chair Today Shawn became a chair, so I thought That was my worst mistake, looking at him, thinking I can fix him.
The chair says "I am nothing.
" I don't like him being a chair; I'd rather prefer him doing the jig, polka, or twist.
I remember looking at him when he was little, thinking of the many things he could be when he grew up.
There was always a loud conversation going on about him in my head in those far-off days.
If I wasn't talking to him, his mind was always somewhere else.
He was always older than he was.
Back then Shawn didn't know I drank a lot, but I figured he'd know it someday...
I think he is cross! One part of me back then was running, the other part frozen in Shawn's chair.
I saw Shawn's face today, the first time in a very, very long time, it was fat, red, blotched, tired and sad- I see he is trying to maintain some kind of control, but it's hard.
I know he is different, that's all I know of him.
He is different now-yesterday he was my friend, came out of the Marines, I was so very proud of him! Went to College, a great mind, I was so proud of him! I hope it is over now! Oh, I could blame them, all them, but I am too old and too tired, I am different too.
Who should I blame: the Chair? How about my ex-wife? Or perhaps, the pull of the moon, or the devil, or God, or the Color of the sky-who? No one notices this; no one sees how it really is...
Note: Written 7-17-2012 (#3378) AS Dark Ebony (A Tribute to Shawn and Cody) When all your youthful days are over, you will come back to me, you will return.
Although your thoughts will be more sadder than death- For you will remember how love once was.
You will come back to me; I will be no more than ashes under a tree- but I will have tasted the wine of life (you were of it...
) You will think of dead eyes, a hard heart, dust to dust, wasted Years; Slow it will come, but fierce will be the grief-and then soon after, in separate deaths, you both will parish We are not all that far apart.
Thus, I close my door, for there will come none after, and there was none before But there was a wonderful spring with laughter...
Once upon a time-with both you and I-so long, long ago! #3378 (7-16-2012)
The chair says "I am nothing.
" I don't like him being a chair; I'd rather prefer him doing the jig, polka, or twist.
I remember looking at him when he was little, thinking of the many things he could be when he grew up.
There was always a loud conversation going on about him in my head in those far-off days.
If I wasn't talking to him, his mind was always somewhere else.
He was always older than he was.
Back then Shawn didn't know I drank a lot, but I figured he'd know it someday...
I think he is cross! One part of me back then was running, the other part frozen in Shawn's chair.
I saw Shawn's face today, the first time in a very, very long time, it was fat, red, blotched, tired and sad- I see he is trying to maintain some kind of control, but it's hard.
I know he is different, that's all I know of him.
He is different now-yesterday he was my friend, came out of the Marines, I was so very proud of him! Went to College, a great mind, I was so proud of him! I hope it is over now! Oh, I could blame them, all them, but I am too old and too tired, I am different too.
Who should I blame: the Chair? How about my ex-wife? Or perhaps, the pull of the moon, or the devil, or God, or the Color of the sky-who? No one notices this; no one sees how it really is...
Note: Written 7-17-2012 (#3378) AS Dark Ebony (A Tribute to Shawn and Cody) When all your youthful days are over, you will come back to me, you will return.
Although your thoughts will be more sadder than death- For you will remember how love once was.
You will come back to me; I will be no more than ashes under a tree- but I will have tasted the wine of life (you were of it...
) You will think of dead eyes, a hard heart, dust to dust, wasted Years; Slow it will come, but fierce will be the grief-and then soon after, in separate deaths, you both will parish We are not all that far apart.
Thus, I close my door, for there will come none after, and there was none before But there was a wonderful spring with laughter...
Once upon a time-with both you and I-so long, long ago! #3378 (7-16-2012)
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