Quieter Role

When I was a young Tom cat

And my thoughts were all of cream,

Id slash and claw at all I saw

And take by whatever mean.

 

When I was a rabid dog of a lad

And red did cross my eyes,

Id foam and bite at all that passed

And all that I despised.

 

When I was a raging bull of a man

And brew was in my soul,

Id fight and duck for rages luck

And pay no mans toll.

 

But now I am a quieter man

Who seeks a quieter role,

I have met my love, my darling dove

Who quietened my angry soul.

 

 

 

 

Copyright © 2017 Charlie Hasler.

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