The Puppet Case

The Puppet

Love gave my heart the wings to soar where angels fear to tread,

As if I sang and danced on puppet strings in some marionette theatre.

Free from common gravity my love sailed across the seas,

But the one for whom I lived and danced, finally tired of me.

Oh, and I wondered, how could this be,

For wasn't love meant to last an eternity?

Instead of an answer, a hand shaped cloud appeared there in my sky...

I'm sorry exclaimed the puppeteer, for I've snapped the old puppets threads I fear;

And beside the lifeless puppet, no one sees, the wooden tear.

The Puppet was written by J. Clayton Blake in 1988.

As I wound my way through my late 20's I had had many meaningful relationships that i had enjoyed.

Yet the longer and deeper the feelings I had for others grew, it seemed the surer and shorter my time with them came. I would be so devoted to them, but they would only tire of me. I finally gave myself over to wreckless abandon. I had been a very conservative young man with staunch christian values and upbringing. Having so often been the best man and never the groom, I abandoned many of the traditional values that I had been brought up on and started living my life on the edge. I stopped attending church, I started going out to nightr clubs and running with a rough crowd. I grew my hair longer, started drinking, which led me down a road of danger, alcohol, and drugs. I found myself mixing with people that i had never been around before, The thrill of being on the wrongh side of the law, not caring what happened to me. It was incredible, but this all came at too high a price. For I had been the puppet, but now I became the puppeteer, instead of having my heart broken, I became the heart breaker! After years of living like that, I came to my senses and returned to my roots.