GRIEF

 

Some people thought I worked for the Secret Service,

I always tried to upheld my guard, not being nervous,

I had the best interest for society outlook,

As I knew all about the entries being cook.

 

I don’t know which is more excruciating?

Being scared for your life or without Denise of dating?

Or not seeing your children growing up,

Or being taken from your home in disrupt.

 

Or not seeing those baby brown eyes,

Or going through a fake divorce in disguise,

Or all the teardrops of Denise while she cries,

Or the time lost in four years of nothing can’t buy.

 

Sometimes I know their moves that there going to make,

They catch their prey using game plans like a snake,

Always not being caught in the act,

Making deals with high personnel, as they reveal the facts.

 

More countries are going to go in a recession,

One or two at a time is the best digression,

They are going to blame it on the falling price of gold,

Oil reserves will continue to fall, as it won’t hold.

 

The American dollar will be more commanding,

As they had their worst as it got abandoning,

Only I know the real reason why this is all happening,

Which are accounting principles hiding in gift-wrapping.

 

Going into a slump is not always that bad,

The upturn is the best to make out, as it’s only a fad,

I would like to call my hometown, Windsos, not Windsor,

As the wind will blow one day with my SOS calling roar.

 

I don’t trust anyone, as they are all crooks,

As the damage is done on what they have took,

There are too many people, who worked on this case,

You can’t keep hiding the details and one day you must face.

 

I might never get too see my real parents once more,

As they are aging, as you can’t get back as it pours,

Not being a father in my children youngest years,

Or not is with the one you love being pair.

 

It’s all taken away from me and I’m in grief,

Thank God, I have her eyes what I see beneath,

I see my children and myself in her eyes,

A seedling will be planted, as the day will rise.