Bat out of Hell
That's what she was
At least that's what
Hank thought and he
Ought to know he
Married the young
Crazy dame; five
Full years of rock
And roll with a
Wild living doll
Until she burnt
Out with cancer
And became an
Empty shell of
Her former self
And faded slow
Away on that
Chill breeze of Death
& Co. Hank thought
Of her now and
Then, sipping his
Beer, dragging on
His cigarette,
Trying hard to
Remember, but
Wanting much to
Forget of those
Days, wondering
What she would have
Made of him now
With the passing
Quickstep of time,
With the coming
Of his slow age,
With his book of
Life grown rough at
The edges,
Waiting for that
Last written page.
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I just wanted to stop by since I am finally going through what is now listed as under 5,100 pieces of gather new mail that is sitting in my inbox on here.
With that mentioned I just came across either a mailing from you yourself, or someone else brought this piece to my attention. You or they felt that your creation should be shared with the gather community, which I am very glad that it was passed on to me to view. So I wanted to say Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to publish it here on gather for us to all view. :o)
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