. <br /> <br />I have a friend who <br />I fondly call Richard <br />the Lion Hearted we <br />met some years ago <br />when he started his <br />personal crusade for <br />the down trodden and <br />broken hearted. <br /> <br />He fed the hungry <br />and broken in spirit <br />those with addictions, <br />and other afflictions, <br />those who live in darkness <br />in need of benediction. <br /> <br />Broken bones can be repaired <br />he replies, but a heart is so <br />fragile and no one really cares <br />when someone dies inside. <br /> <br />Fear comes with the night <br />for the children of the night <br />and I must keep a vigil keep <br />them in my sight. <br /> <br />When the thief comes <br />a knockin' There'll be a <br />Holy War and a unholy <br />fight. <br /> <br />Suddenly he laughs throws <br />his head back and roars, <br />there's a twinkel in those <br />Irish eyes and yet he seldom <br />speaks of his swedish side. <br /> <br />Hush he whispers there's <br />something a scratchin' at <br />me door for let the tale be <br />told when the tommy knockers <br />of old come a knockin' I'll be ready <br />for em' with a nice surprise meet my <br />my friend Walther and I'll see you in <br />the by and by and when this life is <br />over I'll fly away old glory I'll fly away. <br /> <br /> <br />Josette Marie Louise Lager <br />Copyright@2005<br /><br />Josette Lager<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/even-spiders-live-in-kings-palaces/
