No One Says “Alas!”
No one says “Alas!”
anymore
Not since, I can’t remember
Not that I was, we were alive
When people, books used it
When poems rhymed, smelled
Of jasmine on a hot afternoon
When mommy shouted, “Iced tea!”
And grandpa rocked back, “Alas!”
But it was further
back than that,
Grandpa just mocked an old novel
And he didn’t use the word right
Though rewarded with a shot
To numb the pain in his back
His claim held up the world
With ideals slowly crumbling
“Alas!” He lifted his hand
Then great grandad
awakened
Just long enough to whisper
As a few listened but most …
Most missed his last words,
“What fell should have remained
What remained should have fallen
And rain fell on every generation,
Alas! Even on those before its use.”
Not since, I can’t remember
Not that I was, we were alive
When people, books used it
When poems rhymed, smelled
Of jasmine on a hot afternoon
When mommy shouted, “Iced tea!”
And grandpa rocked back, “Alas!”
Grandpa just mocked an old novel
And he didn’t use the word right
Though rewarded with a shot
To numb the pain in his back
His claim held up the world
With ideals slowly crumbling
“Alas!” He lifted his hand
Just long enough to whisper
As a few listened but most …
Most missed his last words,
“What fell should have remained
What remained should have fallen
And rain fell on every generation,
Alas! Even on those before its use.”
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