The Crying Game
It makes me dizzy and I wonder why?
Damsels dressed for a perfect lie.
I have seen so much pride
it could make you cry.
Footloose and fancy free.
In the park to see what I can see.
There is more than meets the eye.
It is enough to make you cry.
In a world with so many choices.
Why must I hear so many voices?
I just shrug and give a sigh.
There is no use to cry.
She came on strong with desires.
There was no way that I was tired.
Is this all just one big lie?
It is enough to make one cry.
There must be a way into the light.
Living in the dark is such a fright.
There was light. I said ‘My oh my.”
Pretty enough to make me cry.
——————-R.W. Johnson—–(2017)