Illusion of the Sacred Cow

When you left I was like a kid lost in a crowd

Now my emotions and hope are in a shroud

If it happened to you you wouldn’t be so proud

I heard all those cruel words so clear and loud,

To be a child whose parents left them in a crowd

Lonely abandoned and crying aloud

Trusting in love this fool took a full bow

Wasn’t much left for the sacred cow,

Why do I remember more than should be allowed?

Why am I still that little kid alone in a crowd?

If it happened to you would you still be so proud?

I’m frozen like a corpse on a road freshly plowed,

These  things that seem to stick with us somehow,

Then there’s that little child in all of us crying aloud

Love has become a mirage in the distance now

Wondering how I ever believed in that sacred cow

Illusions and dreams from which I’ve run afoul,

 Drink enough to numb yourself somehow

You’ve become a beast of burden pulling your plow

Until there’s no joy left only your sweaty brow

Looking into the past unable to focus on here and now,

In what past life did I incur the curse of the sacred cow?

Love, no more than an Illusion to me now

Still I fight against this malaise somehow

In life’s one act play I’ve taken the final bow.