The Fellow (pt. 3)
Once, there was a fellow
He sat
And when storms arose to the west
He waited
There came a warning from his friends
Who were moving to New Orleans
But acknowledging them all
He sat
There once was a fellow
Who cried
That loneliness found him
Inside
Whether from great distances over
Or from the next bedroom over
His friends all held him, and yet
He cried
A fellow once was there
He passed
A great storm of darkness came over
And reigned
The fellow stood resolutely
The rain came absolutely
And though a tear fell in dread
He passed