Portrait of a painted fool
On the wall, half way down the hall
where I see you passing by...
you often smile at me, seldom you cry...
I see you getting older, pity for myself, I cannot die
across from me, a window, that leads to another world
over the years my tattered dress no longer swirls
I count the seasons here, that never seem to change...
my clothes remain torn rags, so young and full of life, in a cage...
oh how old I feel behind this plastered beauty you portrayed...
Locked within my wooden frame, I shall rot on these walls on which I hang.
ans she who shares my face,the one I am painter for is gone and shall return no more...
to shed these tears that are hidden beyond my smile, to be in your world, just for alittle while...
faling flakes of pearl, will never touch my skin...
for these endless autume days always chase the seasons away
A picture tells a thousand stories...
and oh what I tale I could tell...
for someone who painted me so full of happiness
you obviously didn't know me very well....
the end
Written by S.L. Ghanem copyright 12/05/2000
