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" Tell Me A Story" (by Joe DiMino)
She took-up my knobby old hand,
Childlike said, Tell me a story
So I did: Told her story,
Of a young mans
Obsession with stars;
Night after night
Transfixed to the sky,
When he should have been home
With his child and dutiful wife,
Should have been home
When she took her life
And the young child alone
Somehow grew-up,
When he should have been there
But there was endless sky
Yet to roam;
Should have been there
Read her a childrens poem,
Tucked her in
With a loving kiss...
On just such a night as this
Despite him
She became a fine young woman;
to have a loving husband
And a daughter of her own
Grew out through the pain,
And beyond
To forgive
The young man
Now old
With little left
To live
Forgive yourself,
she said:
And with the story be through;
I never stopped loving you
I wished
You only knew
I kissed her
and hugged her
Long overdue
.
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