My simple life

My simple life, a simple story:
it had taken Mom away
in the brightest shining morning,
saying nothing, even sorry,
just to tread her own way.

After that Dad lost his ground,
and the booze had finished him;
not perceiving things around
he had mingled with the crowd
his unique and lodestar dream.

Simple life with simple instinct
to keep swimming in a stream
gurgling songs as did it Sr. Sting
being a child under a sling
waiting for his ever glory fin.

Try to find out gist in nothing
and preserve the common sense 
in the tittle-tattle discussion 
that as usual starts harassing
and in nothing pleasant ends.

All the spell had gone to hell,
no saint fellows fly around;
and the loneliness had a smell
of dead-water in a well
or of slime ooze in a pound.

My simple life, a simple story:
it had taken folks away
in the brightest shining morning,
saying nothing, even sorry,
leaving me alive to stay.
11.07.2021