She's Gone Poem by Paul Henry Dallaire

I see her smillin face on the streets and everywhere
If the phone should ring I'll get it just hopin she'll be there
This motel that I'm a crashin ain't no Holiday Inn
It's a hell of a place and a mess that I'm in
But She's gone yea she's gone

I've read some books on see the lights and how to live alone
It's crazy at the laudrymat as my white shirts turn to brown
At night I pace the floor and cry and howl at the moon
In the mornin I wake realizing she ain't you
But she's gone yea she's gone

I called a Blueline Taxi for to go to Montreal
To see some friends and family for a home cooked meal that's all
The grey haired cabby prophesized that live is like a song
If you don't like the chorus just change the words around
But she's gone yea she's gone

Narration:
Now mothers help your daughters father lead your sons
Teach them well in their convictions and they never will go wrong


Repeat: Chorus
I see her smillin face on the streets....... End

Paul Henry Dallaire
Paul Henry Pub.
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