On top Of Stoney Mountain
On top of stoney mountain
Is a wall of brick and stone
A place where all the unfit go
To spend some time alone
What is right and what is wrong
Can you dear sir tell me
Answer me not Shakespearean
'To be or not to be'
Society has labelled me
Since the that I was born
A reject unable to concentrate
Beaten to the bone
My life has been but a bind
Between the poor and middle class
Too rich to beg upon the street
And too poor to give at mass
Now when I die you'll wonder why
I smile so readily
For in that box of velvet
I will rest eternally
And when I rise to glory
I will come back eventually
To haunt damn old society
Cause I wasn't guilty period.
Paul Henry Dallaire
Paul Henry Pub.SOCAN
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem by a great artist 💕