"John Rang". Poem by Peter Vealey

John rang, and sang,
His way through his troubles,
In a more mellow, folksy time.
Can we, can we
Follow on through,
For each other oh yeh? "
Natural as natural was.
Life will always be,
A compromise of love and hate.
Pain and betrayal.
"Oh, by the way, John rang", a friend chirped
From an outpost.
I wanted to sing you know.
But never had, "a save your life
Voice".
The pain of inner demons,
Quelled and queried,
My whole existence.