callers would call by
she wanted no ties
a younger man would love her
then think she was his
you can call by, she'd say
whenever you want
but I only have callers
no one owns me
then she met him
with his travelling guitar
his once fair long hair
had long since gone grey
the twinkle he carried
in his guitar case
attracted young women
no strings attached
the two of them met
she said something clicked
she, a bar woman
he, guitar man
callers went packing
young women sent back
these two had four years
before slowly he died
four years of true loving
was what they had
the love of her life
she was grateful for that
~
n.b. Everyone has a story. I heard this one recently. Deeply moved by it, I was.
CLP 01/12/2022
Voyage des Mots 