My Blood Is Drowning In Wine Poem by BEAU GOLDEN

Many days ago a little girl laughed and a little boy wrote a rhyme
Life was fun life was right they danced and had quite a time
Their hearts were opened wide neither had anything to hide
Their world was kissed with shades
Of home, of school, of play, of grades
The boy and girl first graders at school
They both had heard of the Golden rule
The little girl studied with eyes opened wide
The little boy behaved as if he were her guide
The both were the best kids in school
The teacher decided to bend a rule
She let them leave early for doing so well
They walked home ahead of the three oclock bell
They walked home bathed by the afternoon sun
Their hearts screamed with love they laughed as they'd run
It must've been another man's life
There is no magic in mine
Cause now the memory cannot placate me
My blood is drowning in Wine

The children marching side by side
recording their joy as they stride and glide
The little boy went to her home on a dare
He adored her so he hadn't a care
The other boys teased him they can be cruel
The saw the girl kiss the boy at school
Six year olds kiss like Italian men
And hug really tightly now and then
But these two were closer than a finger and nail
Like any young lovers surely doomed to fail
You may not know but i will attest to it here
We can surely damage what we hold dear
Just a mark upon her cheek
He never even heard her shriek
Future visits he couldn't make
For nine hundred days his heart would ache
Twenty years ago or was it last night?
I cry myself to sleep at night
It must've been another man's life
There is no pleasure in mine
Cause painful memories are all I have
My Blood is drowning in Wine
6-7-1990