I met a man named Pilgrim
He explained saying
He was always searching
For what? He never said
He was abandoned at three
And raised himself
Turning odd jobs and such
Being quite young and small
He had some advantages
Chimney sweep, plumbing
And duct work
By five, according to him
He'd amassed a small fortune
And decided to invest
In wrangling wild horseradish
The best kind, he said
Wild and free
Gave the dude ranch folks
Something to see
Having tired of playing cowboy
By the time he was twelve
He turned his attention
To micro-engineering
Making fuel efficient cars
For mites and badgers
Small electric razors
For shaggy kangaroo rats
And that's when he first saw her
At seventeen he caught a peek
At a woman definitely older
At all of twenty-one
She sat in the desert
Knitting scarves for snakes
And delicate pinion warmers
For birds of prey
Her name was Raspberry
She said
Because it was the flavor
Of her tears
Pilgrim and Raspberry
Made a pact
To be married by twenty-five
And right on time
They tied the knot
Gordian, it turns out
But they made the best of things
And opened a candle shop
Selling delicately flavored candles
That always burned green
Well into their nineties
The two stayed together
And that's when I met him
As he sat by her side
In the hospital
Waiting for the end
She of cancer
And he of heart break
He spoke to me
In whispers too soft
He didn't want to disturb her
And she smiled
Without him knowing
He told me tales
I hardly believed
But one thing stuck out
And brought a raspberry tear
Find someone to love
To have and to hold
Forgive them everything
And your love will never grow old
Tell them you love them
And mean it each time
Hold hands
And embarrass the kids
By making out at the show
Never let go of ones true love
And ones true love
Will never let you go