Forget About It

     Forget About It

       W. R. Schaefer Jr.

I was just here thinking

of a very long time ago

while I was busy drinking

and everything was slow

Your pretty face popped into

my mind... 

I hope the years have been kind

I've been guilty or not, of

wanting to make waves

Mostly, a ghostly way to behave

I may not have even taken

down that first shot, had not

I craved... Though true,

I'd say you were very brave, too!

There are stories about kin

if you wish to dig into

darker times, I'm unsure exactly 

when, but it's almost 

like somebody sent you

And if you do lack the work...

Spark of time, on facts, deepen...

Truth be told, for it was not,

his empty pockets couldn't

satisfy his want... to buy her a

simple suitable gift, such as

the locket past the glass, as...

it was her birthday, time moved too

fast, due to sifted sands,... let shift!

But, it made the breaking news

He was as guilty as accused

Calling shots on popping booze

Best prepare to be abused

Filling slots with bad interviews

The fair Judge was not amused...

Hide the boy away to pay his dues!

A hardened greasy man appeared

After so, low... too many years

Scarred heart, apart o' it teared

Laughter still can fill the air

In whispered silence, I always cared

and we're glad you're back from there

Caught me sort, of ill-prepared...

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