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Johnny

Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 1:33 pm
by fortutoputo
Johnny sits on his bed with a pistol in his hand,

Wishing for somebody that would understand

How his heart's aching and how he feels like he can't take it any more.

He's waiting for a friendly hand to knock on his locked door

And ask if he's okay.

Mrs. Miller's at her window waiting for a call

Her kids don't stop by any more; her husband died last fall.

The morning paper sits on her knee, the daily crossword done.

The TV mumbles 'cross the room. She's waiting for someone

To call her up and say

"Hey there ma'am, I just called to ask you how you've been.

You don't know me all that well, but I want to be a friend.

I noticed you were looking sad and feeling kind of blue,

And there's one very important thing I have to say to you:

You don't have to be alone any more."

Louis sits in his cell at the penitentiary.

He's done something very wrong; he's in solitary,

But he's sorry for doing what he did, and it hurts and it haunts

him every day, and all the time he thinks of how he wants

Someone to say he's okay.

Mr. Tracy holds his head and takes another pill.

His mind's been hurting since the war, and it's hard to pay the bills.

His wife divorced him years ago; she took the kids and the house.

And now he's waiting for someone to come and pull him out

Of the hole he's in and say

"Hey there sir, I just stopped by to ask yo how you've been.

You don't know me all that well, but I want to be a friend.

I noticed you were looking kind of sad and feeling kind of blue,

And there's one very important thing I have to say to you:

You don't have to be alone any more.

You don't have to be alone any more."

Johnny

Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 1:37 pm
by YZGI
I bet I'm not the only one who read this post thinking Johnny was going to say something nasty.

Johnny

Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 1:38 pm
by KB.
Very nice. Lots of different stories wrapped up into one story. Reads like a pot luck.

Johnny

Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 1:40 pm
by along-for-the-ride
Good poem.

Maybe folks need to stop waiting for someone to come to them, and take that first step out the door and reach out to someone else. While we wait, life passes by.

Johnny

Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 1:52 pm
by fortutoputo
Thanks. It's good to hear people (especially good writers like I know KB to e) are enjoying it.

Johnny

Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 1:55 pm
by KB.
fortutoputo;652375 wrote: Thanks. It's good to hear people (especially good writers like I know KB to e) are enjoying it.


Why thank you.

Johnny

Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 1:59 pm
by RedGlitter
I really liked this. It's true. And sad. You never know how you're going to affect someone.