DEATH Poem: Fears played outta Dad’s music, by R. P. Singletary

Sorry ya so damn scared
Of boys when they learnt
Ya jus left ya lessons

Ya all padded up once mo
All pretendin nothin happened
Out a order, they thunk?

Music then sweat, not right
Angry boys takin it out
Again and agin, once mo

ya quit, no mo

No melody’s-music, piano or lesson
Ya voice, step not
In class or on-field

Fri night’s Coach kept a-askin
Wouldnt say a nothin, you, no–
Not gonna face it, no–

Like I had to, me
Like it did us, last night, us
Both all again aging

Us watchin favored Opry
Me seen that tear, yours
Cryin out, man-tune too far real

coulda been me up-there yonder
if hada them lessons, once I
jus real good once a piano
back then, a-uh football feller forever-feared