Prompt : Write a Poem inspired by a favourite Poet.

With deepest respect and apologies to Leonard Cohen's 'Hallelujah'

From Poems Primarily Narrative (or not)- December 2015 edited January 2017

I took a stroll the other night

the stars were out the moon was bright

a breeze caressed the trees with gentle fingers

I wandered lonely in the dark

and found a bench across the park

and sat there with a memory that lingers

It wormed its way into my mind

for something that it could not find

my heart had shut it out by wearing blinkers... saying

What's it to ya? What's it to-o-o a-ya?

I glanced up at the building lights

the petty quarrels, the bitter fights

and all the angry souls that just say, screw ya

A melting pot of angst and fear

where nothing is retained as dear

and all the names are gone that ever knew ya

I wiped my eyes and shook my head

stood and headed home to bed

the night my only friend to still remain . . . saying

What's it to ya? What's it to-o-o a-ya?

A glinting spark still trying to burn

against my heart and soul's nocturne

about that memory's desperate refrain

memories of the life I've led

Images still fighting in my head

Ugly residues that still remain

The choices of my life unfold

All the chapters left untold

Decisions made of stress and pain . . . saying

What's it to ya? What's it to ya? What's it to-o-o a-ya?