Edwin Tanguma

(1966 / CA)

I’ll Be Like Old Pancake


I have tried to convince my children
To pick up a pick and pan
Yet they look at me as if
I am a crazy old man

I guess I will take
My secrets to my grave
I’ll be like Old Pancake
A penniless slave

I have the satisfaction
Of knowing what I know
Even if I never made it
Up to the big show

Maybe when I die
I’ll not go to hell
Because I did not join a society
And my soul I did not sell

Metals and gems
Are useless to me
They are cold and are worthless
Why can’t the world see

So when I pass
I’ll take their secrets with me
I hope and I pray to God
That he’ll set me free

P.s. I have practically begged my children to let me take them to some really interesting places and show them certain things but to this day they refuse…

Edwin Tanguma © 4/18/2014

Submitted: Friday, April 18, 2014
Edited: Saturday, April 19, 2014

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