By side of old lamp post he sat
And watched the milling crowd,
He smiled at sight of alley cat
And passing traffic loud.
‘Twas long ago he’d been right there
And hastened on his way,
A man like him he’d had no care
Or gave the time of day.
But cares of life with constant stress
And his pursuit of gold
Had turned to drink, ‘till lovely Bess
Saw youthful dream unfold.
With wistful thought for former years
Returned to parent’s home
And with her might and many tears
Succeeded all alone.
To corporate heights she slowly went
But memories would intrude,
She spurned desire of many a gent
No other she’d include.
Then one day as she hurried past
She saw by old lamp post
Her Will; she stopped and stood aghast
At sight of husband’s ghost.
With outreached hand he rose to beg,
She thought her heart would break,
His tattered pants hung from his leg
His outstretched arm did shake.
That evening after work she came
To take him to a place
Where alcoholics detox there
To save them from disgrace.
With slow retreat from long years fog
He recognized his Bess,
Determined to regain her trust
He longed for her caress.
Addiction conquered, Will did vow
Became a brand new man,
No longer demon drink he’d bow,
When tempted quickly ran.
Bess watched it all with eager hope
Each victory he would
Till quite convinced resolve would cope
Their marriage vows renewed.
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