His ruined ears can hear no truth
His soiled hands can share no warmth
I know his eyes seem soft at times
but they’ll steal what’s good in you
you’re just his fool
you’re just his fool
dance a jig to make him laugh
you’re just his fool
his loyal fool
Good Old Captain Crow
Your pity gets the best of you
that crooked fool you see is you
i know he’s lonesome, lost, and blind
but you can’t bring him back to life
“Captain Crow” from unfinished musical titled A Woman Made Cold
& Partial Portrait of a Man by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
More of Angie’s poetry here:
https://theshowtellproject.wordpress.com/category/angie/poetry-angie/
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