There was once a man
A simple one
Who lived alone
And none have known
In a path beneath the willow trees
There he walk to feel the breeze
Alone in the wild my lonesome prince
Everyday from birth it seems
As he walks the path towards his home
He saw a girl along his dome
Picking red roses out of his garden
A simple lady or should i call a maiden
He walked towards her
Shocked she is
As he picked a flower
And offered her bliss
My dearest prince with someone at last
Forgotten ill of the lonesome past
Fell in love in a time awhile
As their garden walks became the walking aisle
But poor dear prince naive of what’s to come
As her beloved walked away for some
Left him without saying goodbye
In pain and heartache left to die
In a path beneath the willow trees
There he walk to feel the breeze
Now its not the reason so
Waiting for his beloved though
The poor lonesome Prince
Waiting beneath the Willow tree since
For his beloved to come again
He will wait forever he doesn’t know when
There was once a man
A lonely one
Who is alone
And none have care to known.
Poetry and Art Is Life 