In that forgotten part of town Where
wasted hopes and dreams abound, A wrinkled man with life
near end, In hopes to have at least one
friend, Fashioned bits of wood and things And made a
dummy run by strings.
He sat alone for hours on
end, Conversing with his only friend And found delight
within the fact That he controlled it's every act. He
told it how he never had A chance, since all his luck was
bad Although he'd tried so to succeed - The dummy nodded
and agreed.
And how his journeys in romance Had
never given him a chance, And wasn't it a crying
shame That he was always held to blame When everyone
knew, oh so well, That life is but a living
Hell, Controlled by lust and power and greed? The dummy
nodded and agreed.
With patience that would rival
saints, That dummy sat through all complaints And, with
each little expert tug, He'd droop his head or bow or
shrug And give some comfort to the man Who held his
lifelines in his hand And helped to fill a lonely
need When he just nodded and agreed.
Senility
increased with time As did the old man's phantomime, And
feverish fingers pulled with glee The dummy's dance of
misery. They never left each other's side Until the day
both stopped and died. We found them lying, hand in
hand, The dummy - and his wooden
friend.
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I am a puppeteer that works with marionettes. I am
haveing problems with my shoulder and can not proform like I use to. I
also like this poem because it is something to share with the Chicagoland
Puppetry Guild
Randi
This is a great poem. I absolutely loved it.
amy
I think this is one of the most straight to the heart,
think about it poems I have read in a very long time. Congratulations on a
poem so very well written. You should think about trying to publish it if
you haven't already. Hope to read more from you. Keep up the excellent
writting.
Heather
Loved it
gemma
I think the poem was a very good poem. I gave my freind
it and then me and her became friends. I thinky am thingy am am the poem
should be published in books and shops. Good Luck to the man/woman who
wrote it!
andrea
I liked this poem because it kind of tells you how
people fell when they dont have friends. I loved it
Julia
THAT POEM TOUCHED MY HEART AND I THINK IT KIND OF GOES
WITH ME BECAUSE EVENTHOUG I THINK THAT I HAVE REAL FRIENDS BUT I KNOW THAT
THAT ISNT TRUE THAT I WILL MAY BE NEVER HAVE A REAL ONE.
Ariel
OMG! As I was erading this I started to cry! It is so
good, cuz I sorta have a friend who peeps don't really get alon gwith, and
it just made me realize how licky I am to have good friends. It's one o
fthe best peoms I've read.
Kiara
This poem was great it really touched me in so many
always because I know how it feels to be friendless and have no friends
but God has brought me from a mighty long way May God bless
you!
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