Lanky Jim

Jim is a young lanky lad, who works at the local brasserie,
his lovelorn eyes only search, Rosy whom he loved dearly.
Tossing in some extra chips, he would serve her the finest fish,
yet for years never could he muster, courage to voice his only wish.

He dreams of walking along the shore, holding her slender hand,
and drawing their names, on sun-soaked golden sand, 
Everyday he sets her table, with finest napkins and flowers too,
but her heart seemed far-fetched, will he ever be able to woo?

One day arrived few rowdy blokes, gulping down cans of beer,
rich and crass, drunk and loud,  rupturing in chaotic sneer,
Rosy was relishing Tuna, when one of them sat next to her,
pulling her close by the waist, the petite girl could only whimper.

Furious Jim dashed across the room, jabbing the guy to the floor,
but as he ushered her out of door, a rogue bullet pierced his soul.

Jim was a young lanky lad, who once worked at local brasserie,
now he rests in silence, for a girl he held too dearly.
Most days Rosy walks alone, through lapping waves along the shore,
remembering the only man, whom she would love evermore.

13 thoughts on “Lanky Jim

  1. Many times, death is abrupt. Not for the one who dies or for the ones who read about it but for the ones in the lives of the dead person. There are so many possibilities and dreams quashed, so many achievements undone and so on. You get my point? Remember that poem you wrote about a mother who loses her child to war? I think of her all the time.

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