A messy song

I wrote this one but I can't really come up with a title other than "a messy song." haha! Hope you enjoy the story. Thanks, as always, for your support! 

He boarded up the ol' bait store 

Put a lock on the outside door 

As he walked away, I heard the old man say 

Folks just don’t go fishin’ anymore 

They torn down the ol “Blue Plate,” 

Newsprint tables, I used to wait 

You could get a mess of greens, country fried things 

I guess it must be fate 

But life goes on and on and on 

It’s a story, It’s a song 

And sometimes it’s glad, sometimes so sad 

But we have to remain strong 

The seamstress shop went up on flames 

Of course, it was such a shame 

It held my wedding dress, it was such a mess 

And nobody’s naming names 

He’d been the barber since ‘67 

But when his son was sent to Heaven 

He closed up the place, such a sad face 

Oh, what a mess we’re in 

But life goes on and on and on 

It’s a story, It’s a song 

And sometimes it’s glad, sometimes so sad 

But we have to remain strong 

We grew up here on this street 

Know every crack in this concrete 

Sometimes it don’t feel, like it was ever real 

Memories feel so bittersweet... 

But life goes on and on and on 

It’s a story, It’s a song 

And sometimes it’s glad sometimes so sad 

But we have to remain strong 

Copyright 2019 Beth Sutton Aquarius

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