Lonely Lee Leaned Against The Railings Poem by Ravi Kopra

Lonely Lee leaned against the railings
The green mountains were in the distance
King butterflies flitted together in the air
The fragrant grass was so very luxuriant
Candles flickered in the the straw roofed hut
But Lee was in the gloomy mood
His wife had left him for good
He missed her soft body in bed at nights
He missed her golden voice, her tender beauty
He would rush early in the morning to his in-laws house
Beg her to be back to be his lonely hut
Ask for forgiveness when he bitched at her being damn drunk.