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 7 Months Ago

Greg Farina

7 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 10 Months Ago

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Greg Farina

10 Months 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