Poems Primarily Narrative (or not)

What's it to Ya?

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

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... saying

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

I wiped my eyes and shook my head

stood and headed home to bed

the night my only friend to still remain

A glinting spark still trying to burn

against my heart and soul's nocturne

about that memory's desperate refrain... shouting

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