The Poet’s Blues
Oh, it’s so lonely up there,
And because of that,
It’s so lonely down here...
If you only knew
Is time to unglue
The old black horse-shoe
And play the game with force
Without any remorse,
The world would face the truth
Listening to the Poet’s Blues…
Oh, it’s so lonely up there,
And because of that,
It’s so lonely down here...
Yes, you, and you, and you
Who loves red, white and blue,
Rise to defend the human grace
By letting love shine on your face
While helping all face the truth
When listening to the Poet’s Blues…
Oh, it’s so lonely up there,
And because of that,
It’s so lonely down here...
But don’t fear, isn’t so bad,
The Poet writes, he’s quite glad;
Food for thought he can provide,
For a moment stop the tide,
So, all who listen know the truth
When the Poet sings his Blues…
Oh, it’s so lonely up there,
And because of that,
It’s so lonely down here...
So, let us join in naked truth
And help the Poet sing his Blues
©by Ray Arco
ESP-On Whims
Editing: Ileana Matac Arco
Hollywood, California
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