“Flores Para Los Muertos”
One last song that I could sing before I fade to the night
A few last verses I could recite
before I fall from this dwindling height
one last cry of this weary mind before I go into the light
this will be the last of me
it's the fall of Chubby Basas
I've lost the will to write of beauty
and all that might inspire us
if this old play would come back someday
I don't know only God can say
I loved a lot, to one girl sought
she's the one thing that made me love living
but now it's the end of this writing trend
and the poems that I was living
after tonight there is no more
I surrender to life's whore
tonight I close this door
now that there's no one that I write for
goodbye to you to all who read
the written words of my heart and head
the sweet words that my pencil said
for I am now to lay on my eternal bed
and now I offer the last few lines
to the love of my life, who's sweeter than wine
with a radiant face and doe eyes that shine.
I love you so much, earth angel of mine.
So this would be the last thing I would write
Goodbye to all, and to all a goodnight.
-Orville “chubby” Basas
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