An Old Man Dies and Sings

An Old Man Dies and Sings

A Poem by Greg Farina

I lie here, never having seen truth,

And now since my lifetime ran

Out, without having sung a tune

‘Cause voice is weak, wit is bland.

But if the songbird does approve

I’ll sing the lament of man.

I spent my time in jail’s one way street,

Where my mother I never saw.

And when the night came upon our step she

Pronounced her hatred for all.

If she ever did love me

It’s a mystery what’s the cause.

I never once saw any sign

That life’s good, and now as I quit

My life, a bird might change my mind

When the feeling is fit.

And if I really hated man

This song makes up for it.

© 2017 Greg Farina

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outstanding job...

I'm new on here, so it would be an honour if you could review some of my poems!

Posted 10 Months Ago

Greg Farina

10 Months Ago

Thank you happy you enjoyed it!
Wow. Very well penned (no pun intended!). A bird is the ultimate symbol of freedom and weaving it into this is brilliant.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Greg Farina

1 Year Ago

Thank you very much I'm happy you liked it! :)

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Added on August 3, 2017
Last Updated on August 3, 2017
Tags: Old, Mother, Love, Death, Bird