Thought He Remembered it True

(be carefull who remembers)

A husband is glad to be finally rid
Of a wife who is glad to be finally rid,
Of a life that he chose to be part of.

He skips and he sings as he walks down the road,
Care free enjoyment of nothing at all,
Nothing to guide him and nothing to be,
No place to go to and no where to lie,
A marvelous heaven, displayed like a hell,
Is stretched out before him and wonderfully bare.

He must have been crazy to leave such a life.
His dinner was ready, right promptly at six,
In the morning while we were asleep.
He worked in a place, at the top of his field,
At the peak of his form, he gathered up pieces
Of people that nobody wanted.

He moved far away, just a mile or two,
And suddenly found no one home.
His walls were now full of the things he could do,
But he sat and remembered, remembered it through
Clear to the bone and back up the flesh.
He thought he remembered it true.

So he packed up his bags and moved closer to town.
Cleveland, the city it shined.
He bought a new house, dressed it up like a home,
And promptly decided to call
All the people he knew, had a grand ‘ol time,
In a house full of nothing to do.

He frolicked and played in his new found wealth
Bought at the price of his life,
But he always looked back at the happy days
When they were still husband and wife.