So, Go Tell Your Mama

Go tell your mama,
You've got crushes.
On an old man like me.
And I,
Don't know what you see.

I've got no money.
And drive no car.
I live very basic.
And have had wounds and scars.

So,
Go tell your mama.
You've got crushes.
And I...
See with you,
Just an old man.

Go tell your mama,
You've got crushes.
On an old man like me.
And I,
Don't know what you see.

I've got no money.
And drive no car.
I live very basic.
And have had,
My wounds and scars.

So,
Go tell your mama.
You've got crushes.
And I...
See with you,
Just an old man.

So,
Go tell your mama.
You've got crushes.
And I...
See with you,
Just an old man.

So,
Go tell your mama.
That I,
See with you...
Just an old man.

So,
Go tell your mama.
You've got crushes.
And that I,
See with you...
A foolish old man.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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