The singer sings a song <br />About the time he was a boy <br />Those times have been over for a while <br />The singer has grown too old <br />Theres some debate that we never die <br />We just move to a different space <br />Some can tell you from first hand experience <br />This is true, you just lose your face <br /> <br />The black veil is weeping silently <br />While hawthorne rolls in his grave <br />But the cult of scarlet letters <br />Can tell you which to obey <br />And this is fine and fancy <br />In subtle puritan time <br />But days like this <br />Makes me wonder <br />Of why we changed our line <br /> <br />Gonna take killing lessons <br />From Brutus’s dagger <br />Gonna learn the ropes <br />Its gotta certain swagger <br />But I know one thing <br />When it comes to killing a man <br />Do it in a group <br />Find a helping hand <br /> <br />In a long ago time <br />You dressed devine <br />Sitting on gold <br />In your prime <br />Then it <br />All fell out <br />From underneath your wings <br />You’re now nothing <br />Your songbird wont sing <br />To you <br />They had your back <br />In case of attack <br />But now you’re broke <br />So now you ask <br />And they take it as a joke <br /> <br />Before, you were fine <br />Eating off the grape vine <br />Wouldn’t settle <br />For anything less <br />But now you scrounge <br />In search of scraps <br />When life slaps back <br />And now you’re a mess<br /><br />Robbie Squires<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imperfect-life/
