My last one tore apart,
I wasn't even there to see it die,
Though felt it in my heart,
It was cloth suspended by two batons,
When dry, it cradled me like a baby,
Fifteen years together,
I've been thinking a lot 'bout it lately,
Times of loneliness surrounded by hate,
The sough through trees o'erhead,
Waiting for the kids to be done with it,
Back when I was still wed,
Well, times have changed,
As they e'er promise to,
This nylon sling will hold happyer mem'ries,
It's ne'er too late to make life something new.
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