Framed

A simple poem about a man and a blue-eyed woman

In the palace, there is a woman, famed

Her eyes are blue

Her flaws are few

Such a woman could never be tamed

 

A man once cried out and complained

For this woman had flown  

And left him alone

And never spoke to him again

 

The young woman had taken a turn

The police cars arrived

The man ran to hide

But the woman was in his concern

 

He looked for somebody to blame

He yelled at the cops

With sputters and coughs

He knows now that she had been framed

 

So when the man cried out and complained

For the girl who had flown

And left him alone

And never spoke to him again

 

He had already grown old and grey

He remembered the crashes

He remembered her ashes

Her blue eyed face, framed in his hallway