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An hour in the sunshine

The devil tapped me on the shoulder

And beamed a big, broad grin.

I was getting used to sunday roasts,

and living life without sin.

But along he came, with a drink in his hand and he

devised his master plan.

He opened his mouth and his tongue worked ‘round,

"I have something for you, young man.”

 

 

So I took up with him on his darkened way

I walked along his path.

It worked for my old man I thought,

This could be quite a laugh.

Now I recall, when I look back, there was an

aching in my chest,

But I felt like I should ignore that. For now that

was the best.

 

We walked along snowy roads,

We drove in unknown lands.

We parked our cars in places filled with

Demons and contraband.

I tried to put aside this ache, I knew though

something was wrong

But I held onto the devil’s hand,

I listened to his song.

 

He sang me a tale of men like me,

he knew there down below.

Who strayed from the path many a time,

"it’s common don’t you know?”

 

I knew that I would be in some company

on a stool in Luci’s bar,

I may even see my old man in here

is that him holding that jar?

The devil said, "you can go to him

and hold his very hand”

I dreamed about this moment in time,

I wanted it so bad.

But just before I went across

and made that fateful step

Something came flooding over me,

something I had to address.

 

 

 

I asked dear luci what he wanted from me

so very much?

But why on earth did talking to him give my life

such a rush?

The lyrics and lines he spoke to me

were like a siren’s call

He caressed me into thinking that my life was

more important than all.

 

The devil called me up last night

when my wife was at the shops.

I couldn’t recall quite what he wanted

just heard his tricky songs.

And I was tempted to go and meet him down the

lanes of fear and shame

But I thought about my wife again, buying things for me,

in the rain.

 

I thought about innocence, of greediness and shame.

I thought about the men like me and all the burning pain,

the devil’s spread around the world and all the homes in flame.

I thought about my father’s end as I stared down at his grave.

 

I thought about my decision making and

on that fateful day,

I saw that an hour in the sunshine

is not worth a life in the rain.

Category: My poems | Added by: tjt4 (17/09/2009)
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