The Last Coup De Rideau Poem by Hebert Logerie

The last time
That you left
Prima Donna, you were in your prime
It was like death
You were as bumptious as a peacock
And I was an injured fighting cock
A badly disabled rooster
A shamelessly humiliated warrior
Who needed a Savior
An amateur social worker
To guide me and to show me the way
Instead, you fled away
Like a passing Canadian geese
You left me drowning in tears
I was incredibly sad
And extremely mad
Things happen, I guess, for a reason
Now, it is a new and different season
I have gone great length
To gain amazing inner strength
To rehabilitate my soul
All along, I was never a fool
Who was afraid to endure
Excruciating pain
In vain
Deep inside me, I was sure
Despite the blind sun
Despite the dark moon
Despite the gloomy weather
After fighting hard, I would wake up better
Than yesterday
Spring is here, it is the month of May
It is my time to rejuvenate
And to walk away from the destined ill-fate.