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(broken skin) getting old
by Richard Paezfind yourself a rose and peel
slip-rip petals one by one
scatter them, theyre worthless now
and dance child, dance
till your feet are red, red perfume
and sing child, sing
just like you always used to
and when you slip-fall
the world is red, red bleeding
forget child, forget
its all worthless now
open the window, please
and let in some fresh-fresh sunshine
let me breathe again
chokings getting old
my fingernails are dirty and
i think i need some fresh air
find yourself an old car, like in the movies
slip-turn across the freeways
dont take me home, its worthless now
drive child, drive
till the world is red, red slip-by
and sing child, sing
the radio temple reconciles
and when we slip-crash
the world is red, red bleeding
sleep child, sleep
its all worthless now
roll down the window, please
and let in some fresh-fresh wind-chill
let me dream again
wakings getting old
my wounds need new dressings and
i think i need some fresh air
and when we get there ill sit with the boys
pass around cigars and talk about the old days
take me home please
take me home
10/18/2002 Posted on 10/19/2002
Copyright © 2026 Richard Paez
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 02/11/04 at 01:36 PM you paint a vivid picture of the fact of mortality... yes, sing child, sing... for our days are numbered, so we must make every moment count... this is an outstanding piece... blessings... |
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