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Chris C. Stevens

Sometimes

He put the bottle to his lips
and drank the last drop down
looked at the bottle in his hands
then threw it to the ground

stumbling down the alley of darkness
to find a place to lay his head
with some scraps of cardboard and paper
the old man found his bed

He lay among the junk and trash
thinking of his passing life
remembering back when life was good
remembering his lovely wife

She was everything to him
she's the best he ever knew
their life together, it was blessed
with a love that grew and grew

Sometimes it makes you wonder
Sometimes it brings you down
Sometimes you soon realize
the shame of life you've found

The tears they soon filled his eyes
when he thought of how they grew apart
how things turned and changed his life
and how they broke his heart

She wanted a life of glamour
a life so full of class
he stepped back and found solitude
in the bottom of an empty glass

Sometimes it makes you wonder
Sometimes it brings you down
Sometimes you soon realize
the shame of life you've found

When she left she broke his heart
and filled his life with pain
promising as she walked out
to never see him again

One year poured into the next
his whole life became a blur
not knowing if she'll ever come
he'll never know for sure

Sometimes it makes you wonder
Sometimes it brings you down
Sometimes you soon realize
the shame of life you've found

She finally came to see him
and she knew he couldn't look back
at her lovely aging face
and her fine dress of black

She climbed into her long black car
and she sat there and she cried
looking over to his coffin there
and the bottle she placed at his side

Sometimes it makes you wonder
Sometimes it brings you down
Sometimes you soon realize
the shame of life all around