Late Sunday Afternoon
On a chair in the backyard,
Leaned up against the garage
Facing my vegetable garden,
Glass of wine in hand
Listening to the opera
Loud and Italian -
The opera Pagliacci
Old Caruso record -
Aria -Vesti La Guibba
Drinking the wine
And rose water
Of lost love
And sweet remembrance
Of children wished to have had
In pictures from the long ago,
In the gray shades
Of lost passions never shared
And the destiny and fate
That seemed not
To have cared.
Still in daydreams
I walked with her
And sang to her,
Yet this is how i fared...
