From bar to bar
I play my life story
to the crowd
I play for the people
I play for my sanity
I've played
for forty years on the road
with nothing but the blues
I've lived a full life
but a lonely life
The hearts I have taken
The hearts I have broken
It all comes together
in the blues songs of salvation
with the pain and the hate
of a world in despair
From bar to bar
I play my life story
to the crowd
I play them the blues
the blues of salvation
Great poem big brother, as always you painted a clear picture...truly loved it.
Hi dave Very beautiful and melodious, almost a high-grade blues I hear in ears... If they (my ears) not lies to me Thanks for the comment Tsira
Very beautiful and melodious, almost a high-grade blues I hear in ears... If they (my ears) not lies to me Thanks for the comment Tsira
i like this thank you for shareing! and thank you for reading my poems and leaving a comment ;)
this is wonderful, your poetry always paints a picture for me to view. blessings...
Enjoyed reading this. I think it expresses the spirit of the blues really well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem makes me wonder if you been reading my mail Dave. I been there. I done that. When I sing, I sing the blues. Comes from poverty. Comes from pain. Comes from missing those who won't come again. Seems we call out when need. Seems we sing the blues and we bleed. Hearts we hurt. Not really news. Another reason we sing the blues.