Poor, Poor John Poem by Joshua Romero Ayson

As He Walked down the Street
The Wind blew Below his Feet
He Remembered his Only Love
The Only One, His Precious Dove

It All Started When they met
Beneath a Tree with Grass so Wet
They Knew each other so, so well
Beside the Garden They would dwell

But on One Day they Never Spoke
She fell in love with Another Folk
And Boy, He wanted to Be so Mad
He couldn't Let Go of What he Had

A Stab in the Heart, An Endless Pain
He Boarded the Bus, and even the Train
John Went Home and Cried on his bed
He Loads the Gun and Aimed at his head