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07 September 2007 @ 02:41 am
A Poem About Me  
"Lon Chaney"

By L. B. Schiotis

Lon, Lon Chaney
He had a thousand faces, maybe
Born in Colorado Springs to deaf-mutes
He understood the disabled for these were his roots

The young boy pantomimed emotions to his father and mother
And took their disciplines unlike his sister and brother
Lon Chaney grew and learned to be secretive and tough
But knew without a heart it's never enough
Laugh clown, laugh and dance upon the stage
Embark to Hollywood where film-making is all the rage

Take any part that's given
After all, it is a livin'
Once a gangster driving a fancy car
Other times a patron of freaks and the bizarre:
Becoming the Hunchback of Notre Dame limping around
Alonzo the armless, his love is the only sound

HE who gets slapped and mocked by the hand
Of the only woman he thought would understand
The Phantom of the Opera's dingy, white gloves
They were all flawed, but he portrayed them as doves

Lon, Lon Chaney
On a silent street where it's dark and rainy
A dark cloak enrobes the unknown
He could claim the misfits as one of his very own
Lon Chaney had grasped the pain of being mocked and all alone

He wasn't as tough as everyone imagined him to be
He wasn't cruel like any of the unholy three
Lon Chaney once climbed a tree in his Sunday best
To return the birds who had fallen from their nest

Patsy Ruth Miller one night innocently strutting about
Lon Chaney's gonna get ya if you don't watch out!
Lon Chaney, who had reached fame's highest peak
Longed to live at one with nature and not city streets
A remote cabin somewhere by a tranqil lake
Lon Chaney's gone fishing and he's hooking the bait

In a small cabin somewhere remote
Lon Chaney was fading with cancer in his throat
The Man of a Thousand Voices could no longer speak
His hands had to form the words he longed to seek

Lon, Lon Chaney,
The color from his face slowly draining
The echoes from his final film drawing near
"Life's only a little laugh and a little tear"
Moving pictures never again to hear him talk
Mourners would soon haunt wherever he had walked

He stood bravely and smiled from the train
Waving farewell in the film's final frame
Lon Chaney, silent but no longer alone
Surrounded by those he loved in his simple home
Lon, Lon Chaney
Always grateful to God and never complaining
Was comforted going back to where he began
And spoke his last words with his beautiful hands...