From the L files

L stands for Love

This is from my L files

Where do I begin to tell the true story of love

When fall had ended and winter had fallen in

we shared a two bedroom apartment

On 37 street and vine

Sometimes we didn't have enough

To pay the rent or have food enough to eat

We lived off love

and Two odd jobs

It was the winter of 1997

Right before our divorce was final

We had our problems they were many

She had another friend going steady

for me I wasn't ready

She didn't want to tell me goodbye

I could see the split in her eyes

Jobs were few and far behind

the bills were many and we were over the hill

The bill collectors were getting mean

I went into a whole new line of work

It was the worst time to try that

No respect did I get for doing just that

A poor man's way of getting lesser pay

Not really worrying just where he is going to stay

His Old Lady just told him to hit the road

Take a walk don't come back

the locks will be changed

You have been moved out

I have beaten you down and out

I got a rich guy to replace you

I don't need you no more

So I said these last words to her

When hell freezes over

I'll talk to you then

You played your cards

and held your aces

and derailed my train

I have egg on my face with nothing to gain