Have you ever wondered what happened to Tommy and Gina in the old BonJovi tunes (Living on a Prayer) and (It’s My Life) well here is one possibility.
the runaways
by Jeff LeMond
An orphanage sets tucked away on a majestic hillside plot.
Overlooking farms and fields with vistas highly sought.
A fortress of compassion with noble purpose built.
To reform or rehabilitate, to wash away the silt.
For many generations, the children came and went.
For some, this place was prison.
For others, time well spent.
Some made friends and found fresh hope,
building a new life.
While others found despair and sadness,
Solitary strife.
A few of these would fall in love with some forgotten soul.
Like a phoenix from the ash, new families start to grow.
And so it was with Tom and Gina, soulmates from the start.
They swore undying allegiance, Never would they part.
As time moves on they made a plan to run so far away.
That they might be together, forever, come what may.
As luck would have it one still night
tranquil and sedate.
Like clockwork; lovers rendezvous
just inside the gate.
With dedicated reason; they climb the fence so high.
Moving fast towards freedom; beneath a midnight sky.
For several hours ceaseless motion drives them further east.
For mid day lunch some wild berries tasting as a feast.
As the day moves on a storm comes on
with wind and rain and chill.
A dark but needed sanctuary sets looming on a hill.
An ancient cemetery surrounds this hill of woe.
A mausoleum overlooks the farmlands down below.
The storm is raging ominous,
no time to reach the farm.
impending doom surrounding them
so, fleeing from it’s harm.
Reluctantly, they move inside this forlorn family crypt.
With disregard for preternatural warnings. ill-equipped.
Outside the storm is raging on; but in here things are dry.
As they hold each other lovingly
safe at last, they cry.
In time they start to survey things, and as they look around.
Just then; the smell of something bad,
an awful, furtive sound.
Cold, afraid and shivering.
Soaked down to their socks.
But nothing here can harm them now.
Just some creepy oblong box.
The morel of this story, if there is one to be had.
Consider all the options and consequences, good or bad.
The grass might look much greener, when making plans to roam.
But some of us are better off just hanging out at home.
