Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Blindman’s Ballad

Madame Life's a tart in bloom;
Death's her pimp upon the stair;
she may ask you to her room;
he'll be waiting while you're there.

She may see you as a friend;
you may gyp him once or twice;
but he'll get you in the end;
and you'll have to pay her price.

After it's all said and done;
after laughter, songs, and prayers;
Death takes everything you've won;
and kicks you down the funny stairs.

[ -- a guest contribution from our friend,
the Blind Bard of Indiana]

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