My Wife's Only Rival Poem by Juan Olivarez

I've stood bathed in the limelight,
Standing listening to the screams.
My guitar and I soared to the heights,
Yes I have lived my dreams.

Up on the stage Robert and I,
Drove all the teeny boppers wild.
While she tried to hide from my brown eyes,
So long ago my woman child.

All over we played, reached number one,
When most of you weren't even born.
And then one day it came undone,
And I was broken and forlorn.

The band broke up, I lost a girl,
One that I never could say was mine.
So I went back home to my little world,
Back with my people, my own kind.

My woman child awaited me,
And she took back this guitar man.
Yes I was back where I needed to be,
Away from the limelight and all my fans.

I never went back on the road,
She never let me leave again.
And she took from me my heavy load,
And gave me love to kill the pain.

It's been a long time forty years,
My woman child one rival had.
My son now has her, and I fight back tears,
When I see her framed above his bed.

For my son J.J. the best guitar player I ever made. I love you gordo.

10/09/10 Alton Texas