That Song Ii Poem by Aldo Kraas

That Song Ii



Nobody swims in that cold water anymore
The leaves that fell from the trees now float on the water
People drink their beers
I drink my can of diet cola
And that suits me just fine.
When you throw a party, everybody is there
But when you need them, , they are no where to be found
-That is the whole truth.

Another day is almost over
The silence is my only companion right now
The sun will blind me tomorrow
The moon will take my breath away when it shines
At night.
Horoscopes will be read by people
But I keep my life as simple as possible.
Cars will travel for miles and miles on the highway
I get the picture
Man travelled to the moon
Lonesome animals travel inside trucks for hours, without drinking
Any water
All the way to the slaughter house
The vegetarians won't eat them
I eat them for survival
And am lonesome too.

I am not short of words
All of the words from my mind are typed into this computer
I song I write
That saves me
That song is mine
And mine alone.

Tomorrow the Russian pianist will play his piano again
The flowers will need watering
In a dark room I sleep with my CPAP machine on
My mind drifts away.....

Today I am wearing my red shirt once again
With my blue jeans
I no longer travel by car to the country
Lights are turned on in the living room
Making the room brighter
All my food is kept in the fridge
The dining room table is filled with papers
The radio is turned off once again
The drawers of my desk are wide open
I don't go after fortune tellers
And I let life be
I don't gamble with my money
I don't know who will cross my path tomorrow
Nobody sits in the living room couch anymore
My foot does the walk
My mouth does the talking
The recycle bin is now empty
So many trees saved....
My shoes walk so many miles everyday
I am lucky in so many ways
Because I have a home to live
And there are so many people that don't have a home
So many places I have visited
And the memories of the places that I have visited, lives on
The clock at the old city hall chimes
The streetcars are moving along in the tracks
And the Starbucks are full of customers that come into buy a cup of coffee
My green winter coat is hanging on the back of my office chair

The phone rang once today.

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Aldo Kraas

Aldo Kraas

Sao Paulo Brazil
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