When beauty fades
and your youth wastes away,
What will become
of your pretty face?
...
Never! shall I wander
from my old cold withered home,
where the rain streams down
...
In an old cemetery
by the sea,
I buried my father
then I buried me,
...
All those nights!
she read me poems
until I'd drift away to sleep.
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Ride for your life!
Ride it to the end!
But dont live like you loved
or you'l die til! you're dead!
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Will she miss me
when I'm gone,
When I've left her
and moved on,
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TELL ME, GOD!
that you'l let me dream,
that I'l dream of a heaven
...
27 years
and I had had it up to here wth the Bronx!
Had it up to here
with the smell, the stench, the filth and the noise.
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Having beaten
the devil once before,
I was ready to place a bet,
...
I should have known
he'd read my words
and test my mortal faith.
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Am I truly happy?
My mother wants to know.
Am I ever lonely?
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I'm tired,
and I'm broken,
all these years have left me worn
............And I'm looking back,
...
When heaven's prayers
haav turnned to dreams
and dreams have turned to dust,
...
It Calls Me To The Graveyard
Nothing!
shall I long for!
Nothing! but the dawn!
and the memory I buried
on that cemetery morning.
under tomb covered canyons
of marble white stone,
in the melancholy drizzile
upon the cover of the coffin
by a whisper of prayers
by an open earth grave
by my broken words
by my tears in the rain,
the soft, sweet melody
for only god she now sings,
by the ringing of the church bells! my mother! as she was bured!
EVERYTHING! that I long for!
NOTHING! I could want!
but the echo of a memory
of all that is gone