It was a watering hole in Kobe where friends and I would meet
Barstools, simple round wooden tables and the beer was cheap
Lots of fine looking young women looking for a good time
And they knew men would buy them drinks with thoughts sublime
No, love was not in the equation and no one expected it to be
It was another toast to a life's fable for one night of fantasy
More than once a pretty girl with beer laced shining eyes
Had leaned longingly on my table saying she had a surprise
Instead of unwrapping the package I introduced her to a friend
And then watched her melodrama stumble clutching to him
It was a sinners paradise that brought in the good and the bad
And outside the window there she stood with hopes forever sad
She was once young and so pretty seeking for a good time
He filled her head with promises and took grapes from her vine
This romance recreated each time his ship docked at port
And soon they were laughing and drinking as he solemnly swore
A lie that's eternal which contains the most wicked of flames
As he used her just for pleasure then was on the sea again
Months went by with hopes diluted, seasons came and they sank
She searched the docks faithfully and soon felt the monsoon rain
Five years of shattered desperation became a vigil as she stood
Outside the bay window of this pub ever hoping he would
Magically appear with soft whispers the words said before goodbye
At the two a.m. closing bell, she bowed her head and said goodnight
From burden of unclaimed wishes sadness fades in crest of shadows
Silently speaking of innocent love, given to a soul so dark and shallow
Confusion rained when this bar closed its shutters, should she go or stay
Decision day with a fleeting teardrop she bid adieu then walked away
The next morning on the back page of a local newspaper an article read
Of a young lady hit by a train, a suicide note lay on the tracks and bled
Nobody seemed to notice her pain, in grainy photograph of her face
Some thought she was crazy, but she felt love one fateful day that sailed away
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thinking there is joy inside of me
and yet my heart wanders alone
never to find its true home.
That kind of hurt and sadness are only healed if you can find your true heart, and for some people their true heart gave up on love.
Great job.
great to see you back! hope you keep well.
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It's so nice to have you back where you belong! :-)
it was true!! That poor young lady went to the track, didn't look
back. So tragic dear man. 'Tis good you're back to writing again.
Love you, Barbie
Your good cautionary poem had a certain cadence when read aloud that reminded me of the gold rush Alaskan poetry that I have enjoyed, a poem to be read to friends enjoying their evening after supper.
The title is so fitting with the monsoon rains as tears falling.