-Manhattan Blues-
There is an old woman
Singing blues
There is an old man
Buying her wine
He says: "she sings like an angel,”
She says: "but I have green eyes,
And I cannot fly, though I tried"
She used to have blue eyes
And she used to sing greens
They used to be married
They had wings for rings
But still, they could not fly
Though they tried
From the old attic
Where they lived
Amidst yellow photographs
(Faces with the names on them inked in blue)
And the one suit (for him)
And the one dress (for her)
And the little hole for a window
With, undoubtedly, the best view.
img credit pixababy
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