Chateau Real...

Wearing a Dead Man's shoes,

we don't always get to choose

where the Path will lead us,

many Times I've turned,

many bridges burned,

some things are not meant for you;

you see the Twist of Fate

only when it's too late,

the Point of No Return,

making the same mistake

and expecting a different Fate,

even you did not believe it True...

 

Yet another gone,

not even forgotten

it's as though you never Existed,

joining the Shadow People,

keeping your Pain with you

to the Grave;

you never had a chance,

who could save you,

flying Under the Radar,

Off the Grid,

hidden from Polite Society

(whatever that is,

and if

you believe such a thing Exists),

it strains my Sobriety,

the Anger, the Tears...

 

No, not ever Forgotten;

ever shall I have the cap

you gave me from Nicaragua,

walking miles in your boots, Brother;

Travel well, Tom...

Sept. 10, 2015