Milk and Tears

The infant fed, the infant cried Whilst laying by his mother’s side Milk and tears for the baby years Before the innocence had died He learned to stand upon his feet He learned to lie and learned to cheat He played the game and vaunted fame He thought that he could not be beat Through teenage years a lesson learned He played with fire and he got burned With an aching heart he had to part From one that his true love had spurned The young man hurt, the young man cried He prayed that God would turn the tide Pain and tears for the bitter years A shattered soul and wounded pride He married then the girl next door Divorced when she could take no more The mundane life, an estranged wife Left on the shelf and young no more When stiff of limb and moving slow He watched the setting sun sink low With shadows cast on times now past Those boyhood years so long ago… The old man bled, the old man cried Felt emptiness deep down inside Blood and tears for the living years When living dreams curled up and died