Bye Old Man

A new man, a new day
rain in April, flowers in May.

Put off my old man,
On second thought, I ran!

Didn’t want to have to face,
or live with evil in a new place.

The roses of our love had long ago died
After the first time he had lied.

Loving this new place I’m in--
no longer in sin!

Feeling good about the new me,
as far as I can see.

I can’t speak for old him,
He tried to go out on a lim'.

Wanted to rush and get right,
before I took the next flight.

But I wasn’t interested in talking,
more interested in walking.

He was always looking for better,
but was bound by a letter.

He made a promise or two,
Or maybe it was a few.

He tried to make me forget
What he said when we first met.

He would take care of me,
but he hadn’t given up his key.

A lock to the past that he didn’t want to leave.
He didn’t expect me to grieve.

How could I not?
When this wasn’t what I had sought?

So I waited for my dove,
and now I’m in love,
with that new man, you see,
the one who hung upon the tree.

Nicholl McGuire
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