Two Parasols
I dread every nightfall
Can’t get a moment’s peace
Between howlers and party boys
The users and the thieves
I keep my heels shuffling
I won’t be some fool’s prey
Yearning for the dawning
Nightdreaming of midday
Find a spot out of the way
I’ve got two parasols
And I sleep facing in
For a modicum of privacy
And shelter from the wind
Got a blanket on the ground
To rest my weary bones
All of this old world
Is my home
Though pills arrived on cue
It was scorn that got me first
When being who I thought I was
Brought out all their worst
This rouge and lipstick
Were never in Dad’s plan
Thought his brooding little boy
Would grow up as a man
Son, don’t come back again
I’ve got two parasols
And I sleep facing in
For a modicum of privacy
And shelter from the wind
Got a blanket on the ground
To rest my weary bones
All of this old world
Is my home
Though most things I own these days came free
There’s a high price that I’ve paid for being me
I’ve got two parasols
With flowers ‘round the rim
For a modicum of privacy
And shelter from the wind
Got a blanket on the ground
To rest my weary bones
All of this old world
Is my home
Got a blanket on the ground
To rest my weary bones
All of this old world
Is my home
Copyright © 2015 by Chris M. Wilcox