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Curse The Man
by David Pekrul
copyright 08-23-2006


Age Rating: 13 to 127

 
Ever present was the feeling,
He was missing out on life,
When the girl he met got pregnant,
And he took her as his wife.

Many plans were in his future,
Many things that he would do,
Now he has a wife and baby,
And he feels his life is through.

Though he tried to be courageous,
Though he tried to be a man,
He soon found he couldn’t do it,
So he packed his things and ran.

“Curse the man who leaves his woman,
When she needs her man the most,
May he live his life in torment,
And in Hell forever roast.”


He went looking for his future,
Never thinking of his past,
And he found a little solace,
But the solace didn’t last.

For his future wasn’t out there,
He had left it back at home,
When he left the ones who loved him,
And decided he would roam.

Now he’s sitting in a tavern,
Where he’s getting rather drunk,
And he’s buried in depression,
For he’s feeling like a skunk.

“Curse the man who leaves his woman,
When she needs her man the most,
May he live his life in torment,
And in Hell forever roast.”


And the mother of the baby,
Sits at home, and all alone,
And she prays that he will call her,
As she waits there by the phone.

But the phone is sitting silent,
And her dreams are up in smoke,
And this thing she knew as marriage,
Has become a lousy joke.

Now she worries for her future,
As she thinks about the past,
And she worries for her baby,
For it seems the die is cast.

“Curse the man who leaves his woman,
When she needs her man the most,
May he live his life in torment,
And in Hell forever roast.”



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08-29-2006 Jessica P.    

With a lot of things, if you make a specific plan it will almost never go right; but if you only have a general idea for something like your future and you let nature take it's course, you'll usually end up just fine. I know where I want to go to school for the rest of my life, but I still only have a vague idea of what I want to do. One thing is clear in my head though - I AM going to Japan, well, if all things go according as planned; but who knows, right?

This was really well done, I love it love it love it because it tells a person that well for one to settle down you have to be ready and if you do you can never get back out of it.

Great write!


08-23-2006 Brian Dickenson    

You just keep on doing it, another well constructed and thought out piece. As Lyle said, a song, but then aren't all good songs poems.
I don't know about going to hell, I think we make both heaven and hell here on earth.


08-23-2006 Regina Pate    

Wow, that was amazing. These are the thing I think of every single day, and now I know a man is capable of seeing the same thing. Also I would like to say, this has great flow, and it makes me want to read it again. Great write, good job, thanks,

Regina



08-23-2006 Lyle Berry    

This poem has an almost ballad-like flavor to it and could be made into an excellent C&W song. But then, that's just an old picker and grinner talking who's written a couple hundred ballads ove the past 35 years. I could really relate to the cursed man, since your poem depicts me to a tee in some of my experiences over four frustrating marriages. I feel I will probably meet my maker with hat in hand and a heavy heart before he points towards old Beelzebub and tells me to head south. Anyway, enough rambling. This was a very powerful story poem that touched me where I live. Well done!!

Best Regards,
Lyle


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