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[bodytext] => Mary always seems like she’s waiting for something But she doesn’t seem much to mind There’s something in her smile that whispers She’s got nothing but time She tenderly keeps her bar at night Keeping each bottle clean and in its place on the shelf And every now and then, you can hear her mumble “I miss you so much” to herself Mary sits on the back row of the church While Cherish chooses the front She prays for her kids a better life That they will know peace and joy and love Cherish spends her nights on the corner Down by Rico’s taco stand She’s come home with bruises a time or two But she’s never let her children see her with a man Her children are kept safe at night By Susan, who lives next door She’s getting older in years now And she’s never cared for kids before She knows now what she has been missing And cries that she’s just too late She remembers all the boys she turned down When she thought she had the time to wait The walls between them stand firm and tall Keeping each woman’s life to her own But they all blend together at their core With their hopes and dreams, what they’ve reaped and what they’ve sown Sonny watches Cherish come home every morning As the ash on his cigarette grows long He picks up his guitar after awhile And writes her another song His band plays in a little beer joint downtown And Sonny hits his finest notes when he pictures her walking in the door He reminds himself to keep hope and be patient Because he saw her there once years before Billy sits alone at the bar He listens with care to every band They take him back to long-gone days When he thinks he was a better man Sonny is his favorite, although he doesn’t know why He doesn’t notice the crowds or how Sonny moves them He just watches Sonny’s fingers glide over the guitar strings And wonders if he ever had that in him Billy comes home every morning to a man he used to love They’ve had separate bedrooms now for a year Chris doesn’t bother to get up anymore But losing Billy is his greatest fear He watches Billy drink himself closer to death And he cries all the tears Billy can’t let out Chris doesn’t know where they both went wrong But he thinks it was when they started wondering what life is all about The walls between them stand firm and tall Keeping each man on his own But they all bleed together in the end Through all they’ve lost and found, what they’ve reaped and what they’ve sown [comments] => 0 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 21 [informant] => lastwaltz [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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