Judy Kay

By Phillip Hennessy

  Life can be Lonely sometimes,
you know it's Meant to be
Strife is the only thing
that some people see
Sometimes, we have to be cruel,
we have to be cruel to be kind
there has to be some kind of Fool,
some kind of Fool left behind
The tears of our children
burn lines right into my heart
I'm playing old Love songs,
that hurt, right from the start
Ties that are broken
they take years to repair
Lies that are spoken,
(those words are always there)

This House was a Home, building Love within walls
Now I walk Alone, up and down empty halls
We've torn down the pictures, that we once chose with care
...those marks left behind, 'ain't supposed to be there

So how can we share,
all of our Laughter and Tears
now we 'ain't sharing,
anything but all those Years
Sometimes, we have to be cruel,
we have to be cruel to be kind
there has to be some kind of Fool,
some kind of Fool, left behind. ©2007 Phillip Hennessy
Author's Note:This poem, that came to me, when I was visiting at  Judy Fay Pelton (Juminar)'s place, there in Tx.  (Saw her Facebook comments about her heart attack and it reminded me about this.   I've had some of those myself, slowed down, and doing well now.)  The poem, is about her best friend, and when I came back to UK, my friend made it a Song,  though I don't seem to have a recording of it.  I'll ask him if he has one, and send it on, if he does.

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