Tea and Sympathy

A long time ago

During a night out drinking

Three thugs put me in hospital

For looking at them the wring way

And while I waited at home

For my bruised face to heal

The girl I loved a the time

Brought me a gift

Of tea and sympathy

And colored the whole incident

In a new light

Of being endlessly grateful

To the family and friends

That showed support

In the hospital and beyond

I would later find out

That those three thugs

Killed a man in similar circumstances

On a night out in the city

They got off on self defense

But I’m sure they started it

So I count myself lucky

That all I got for my troubles

Was a sweet memory

Of tea and sympathy

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