Pete Morgan - Poet, R.I.P 7/6/39 - 5/7/10 MY ENEMIES HAVE SWEET VOICES.

I was in a bar called Paradise
The fiddler from the band
asked me, ' Why do yo stand
here crying?'
I answered him, 'Musician
this may come as a surprise-
I was trying to split the difference
when it split before my eyes?
My enemies have sweet voices
their tones are soft and hard
When I hear my heart rejoices
and I do not seem to mind
I was playing brag in Bedlam
asking, ' Why does he kneel
down weeping?'
I answered him, 'Physician,
I think you would have cried
I was falling back on failure
when the failure stepped aside.'
My enemies have sweet voices
their tones are soft and hard
when I hear my heart rejoices
and I do not seem to mind
I was blind to the gutter
when Merlin happened by
asking 'Why do you lie
there bleeding?'
I answered him, 'Magician,
as a matter of fact
I was jumping to conclusions
when one of them jumped back.'
My enemies have sweet voices
their tones are soft and kind
when I hear my heart rejoices
and I do not seem to mind.


FROM
'Grey Mare being the Better Steed'. 1973