A Lonesome
Ghost
By
James Jones
I came upon a
lonesome ghost
along a lonesome road
He had a hundred
things to say
In life a heavy load
He carried with him
into death
Oh yes; beyond the
grave
to carry for eternity
in life he’d been a
knave
We walked together
for a time
A path of pain and
sorrow
We shared our tales
of tears and woe
today became tomorrow
He was the saddest
ghost of all
The saddest that I’ve
seen
Not so unusual to see
a ghost
upon a Halloween
