The Tale of Ole’ Mr. Sadkins of Shrunken Shoulder Lane

He pushed forth into the wild
Where the grass grows high and the trees hang creepily
Where the moon light has been hidden by ominous clouds
Where the sun is not allowed to enter to share it’s warmth

It is here that he made his home.
He fought the dead and the dying
He fought that sadness and that pesky loneliness that kept peeking in
He fought ‘til he couldn’t fight no more

He looked up into the darkness
And he called out to his Maker
He asked for forgiveness, he asked for pity
He asked for help and he asked for love.

The ole’ man tried to survive the best he could
Then two years later his body fell
Then his heart slowed and his eyes grew cold
Then his body lay motionless on the forest floor

Now the children tell the tale
Of Ole’ Mr. Sadkins of Shrunken Shoulder Lane
Of how he went to the darkness and died
Of how no one knew or claimed his soul

So remember the tale of Ole’ Mr. Sadkins
Or ye yourself may join him soon.
Or ye yourself may find yourself next to his bones
Or ye yourself may find yourself next to mine as well.

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2 Responses to “The Tale of Ole’ Mr. Sadkins of Shrunken Shoulder Lane”

  1. Amy Says:

    Glad to see you posting! This has a really good flow to it.

  2. Joyce Moyer Hostetter Says:

    As usual I like!

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