Sam Smith Poem by Ian Keenan

Just a walk, the sun in,
And back,
Old pics on the computer,
And Sam Smith.

The women, they didn't stay;
The first one oh so long ago
And evil,
Thank God she aborted.

But no real escape,
The second one as ruthless,
Two kids then threw me out;
Didn't want emotion,
Just a handyman called Tom.

And after
I married someone
So much younger,
Needy of a father figure -
Her mum said it would fail.

Lovely kids,
But as they grew,
So she grew
Colder,
Had a beautiful child
By the next door neighbour.

Sat here I sometimes wonder
What went wrong.
I'm a nice bloke I've been told,
And loving - perhaps shouted too much
At times, just like my father.

So now, in these days,
Left living to age
In my attic,
Listening to Sam Smith,
Hoping that his, at least, might
Stay with him.