Original Poems by Kathy Mitro

A Dusty Golden Evening and The Man Strolled Into Town


A dusty golden evening and
the man strolled into town
and set many hearts aflutter
when he as much as tipped his crown
he was a strapping fellow
and knew just how to get around
he passed thru his life easily
and felt this moments war
for he was not just a wanderer


oh no he was so much more
so he tiptoed in the shadow
and knocked upon the door
who answered did not matter
he knew that it was right
to find what he was searching for
and to knock back any fright
the streets were rather dusty
and the dust it stuck to his hair
but still he looked so pretty
in a devil may way care
he said I have a summons
a summons to meet my dad
they say he's on his death bed
and I've come to make him glad
to honor the man who sired me
and help him find his peace
in leaving this world early
now now please don't weep
you'll always be my father
but why do you so much care
you abandoned me when I needed you
and now you pierce me with that stare
the stare that says your sorry
and I really was not to blame
but why do I always feel that way
at the mention of your name
so close your eyes my papa
we'll meet in Heaven soon
lets just not make it too early
I've plans to shoot the moon
and poise myself for stardom
in a world that can be so cruel
cruelty that started with you sir
and now must be removed
I'll seek the world of compassion
I know that it is there
and when I find my compass
then finally I will be able to share

to find what he was searching for
and to knock back any fright
the streets were rather dusty
and the dust it stuck to his hair
but still he looked so pretty
in a devil may way care
he said I have a summons
a summons to meet my dad
they say he's on his death bed
and I've come to do whats right
to honor the man who sired me
and help him find his peace
in leaving this world early
now now please don't weep
you'll always be my father
but why do you so much care
you abandoned me when I needed you
and now you pierce me with that stare
the stare that says your sorry
and I really was not to blame
but why do I always feel that way
at the mention of your name
so close your eyes my papa
we'll meet in Heaven soon
lets just not make it too early
I've plans to shoot the moon
and poise myself for stardom
in a world that can be so cruel


the stare that says your sorry
and I really was not to blame
but why do I always feel that way
at the mention of your name
so close your eyes my papa
we'll meet in Heaven soon
lets just not make it too early
I've plans to shoot the moon
and poise myself for stardom
in a world that can be so cruel
cruelty that started with you sir
and now must be removed
I'll seek the world of compassion
I know that it is there
and when I find my compass
I'll live without a care


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Original Poems by Kathy Mitro