Grab a pint or two of rum,
And right here won’t you come?
And I will tell you a tale,
By the end of which you will be pale.
In the times of peace,
Lived a hapless romantic,
And in time, he moved to Greece,
Searching for the curse called love.
Found a girl of age twenty,
He was overcome with glee.
With her he found love a plenty,
But in time found she was a he.
Shattered, betrayed, broken,
He drifted to another city,
Travelling with a love unspoken,
And what a pity, right beside the Mississippi.
His dreams turned to dust,
And his fiery love to ashes.
And after many years in the middle of August,
Received so many crashes.
He went away into seclusion,
Away from the cruel cold of December.
Lost himself into an otherworldly illusion,
And the girl from Greece all he could remember.
Stepping outside his prison after years,
He went to the land called Greece,
Facing so many forgotten fears,
He longed for his lost peace.
Desperate for love, even fake,
He soon found out she was happy and gay.
And for his life’s sake,
He flew to a land of frost, far far away.
His time soon came,
With his tale lost in time,
Came a stop to his pain,
To the long lost son of mine.
This has to be one of my most favourite poems ever! I loved writing it, and I love reading it again and again. This was long back in 2012, almost five years. Whew! It feels almost unbelievable to think that it’s been five years since this poem. It feels almost electrifying I guess. Five years. And it doesn’t even seem like that. It feels less, compacted, as though it was less than five years. A noticeable time period, I can place it, but i can’t place it as being so far apart. Five years!
Even after five years, this poem still has that factor. The one which makes me proud that I wrote it and still has that power to tell a story in such few words. Plus, the imagination involved, and the artistic sense, which I feel I’ve lost a lot in recent times.
Without a doubt I’m certain everyone will love this poem!