Ancient Aged Blues

Was it the old man?

Did he creep in your room

Moonlight glistening on his forehead

“Don’t worry

This is normal”, he said

Or rather his brother

Came in and said

“Don’t worry

This is normal,

Keep this our little secret”

Or was it just me?

Was I such a monster that

You can’t bare to hear my voice

Or do you see old ladies in your sleep

Or do you secretly hate the old lady

For what she put you through

Hate her so much you

Displace that hate

To those that care?

Whatever your demons

You can always talk about them

To those that you love

And if you can not

Than you mustn’t love

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