The Smell of Roses
© 2004 W. A. Kostelec
Working Man
An Evening Breeze
On a Summer’s Night
City Lights upon the Sky
The smell of roses in the yard
A woman’s laugh
From a passing car
In the darkness of his porch
You can’t see him cry
A whippoorwill’s nocturnal call
A cricket answers as midnight falls
A flaring match betrays his smoke
Some TV Leno tells some lame joke
In the darkness of his porch
You can’t see him cry
Too many memories to sleep tonight
Too many mistakes he can’t make right
The smell of roses, a Flash of Light
Crack of a pistol in the quiet night
In the darkness of his porch
You can’t see him Die
