He’ll watch beneath the stars at night
Beside your grave a sadful sight,
And wait and wait for many a day,
When faded flowers have blown away.
A dog’s great love is most sublime,
It lingers near the word divine,
And intertwines from him above,
For dog turned around is God and love.
* * * * *
The Booze.
Oh the ones who drink the booze,
You can tell it by their flues,
The torrid heat within flames up the nose.
At first they’re moderate drinkers,
And become the same as thinkers,
And what a sight for pity ere the close.
Chorus.
The booze, the booze,
Any way you choose,
No matter how you figure it you lose.
How many homes that suffer,
When they shelter such a duffer,
Whose presence causes heartaches, tears and blows,
But you can always tell ’em
If you can’t then you can smell ’em,
But if all the signs should fail you there’s the nose.
If you only take a drop
You know you’ll never stop,
Don’t you realize that dynamite explodes,
Better take an inventory,
Before you’re blown, no not to glory,
But to where they ignite quickly, Jimmy Rhodes.
What’s the matter with your clothes,
Or do you for artists pose,
Don’t you ever meditate or think
There’s enough loam in your hair
To rob an acre bare,
Take an invoice before another drink.
Stop, my friend, don’t be a slave,
Do not fill a drunkard’s grave,
Be a man from birth until close,
Come to him, the Galilean,
He will make your future clean,
He’s the one to take the add from off your nose.
* * * * *
What’s the Difference?
It matters not, so some folks say,
Where rests the form when ’neath the clay.
There is no choice when the heart is still,
Some always say and always will.
This may be true when we’re forgot,
And aught remains to mark the spot,
But a silent stone that stands all time,
With letters cold to tell mankind.
Some may not care where rest their bones,
In foreign lands or near their homes,
Where tender hearts can shed the tear
And bathe the roses on the bier.
I’d rather rest ’neath shady trees,
That beautify and kiss the breeze
With velvet grass spread over the plot,
With lilies and forget-me-not.
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