she , happy go lucky, free spirited, wild.
him a hippy a silly stoned smile.
together they made a funny funky couple its true,
in time they found out the truth
maybe a baby , maybe a child
carefree and loving together and a new life
worked hard, every chance they had
the rent, the mortgage, the bills they paid
the layoff, and the foreclosure
the dream gone sour
you're never home, she said
you're always mad, he said
she said, he said, what do you say?
im gone, she said. gone far away.
she took the baby and left
he found shelter in the woods
and he lives on roots and rotted vegetables
gleaned from the grocery store dumpster
he grew weak and cold, his face aged and he became sick
she came back and found him there
im sorry i left you, she said in the rain
but his face was empty no more in pain
she cried and left and to this day, she doesnt smile anymore
poor mary margaret , she sits all alone, cold weary boned
thinking of her hippy man and the world moved on
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