Lost losses

I didn't put my soul on the block,

No price demanded I of you.

The glitz, the glamour, the riches untold,

I sought nor took nor asked unto you.

 

Prepared was I, to lay my soul bare,

Everything of mine, prepared was I to give, to share.

Gave and gave, and then some more,

But no good came of it, no none at all.

 

The nights I cried, the nights I ran,

Away from the hurt and the pain.

You did come every single time,

And offered me riches some more.

 

But that glitter, that swag,

I wasn't after.

Only and only asked I to you,

To stop the hurt and the pain.

 

Cause my soul was not on the block,

To be bought or sold.

Only a heart won could be kept,

Nurtured and to hold.

 

This simple truth, it did evade,

Your senses lost,

At the bottom of a bottle,

At the edge of a passbook.

 

And so, it came to pass,

A return to the proverbial pavilion.

An adventure, several memories,

Some erased, buried and hopefully will be forgotten.