A Sparrow's SongA Poem by KaleaEdith Piaf, French performer, left home at 15 to perform on the streets of Paris, eventually discovered by a nightclub owner after which she began wild affairs and drug and alcohol addictions.Oh my darling! Did you hear Of little orphan Moi I am here These days Glamour of Darkened streets Only brighten Rosy success. Oh my love! (Whomever you are) Tonight I promise you No disappointment City lights Wild nights Just please Don’t expect A call tomorrow. Oh mon amour! I have highs To hit Another shot (Or two) Before showtime Morphine, martini, Manhattan! Merci beaucoup, It’s been a pleasure. Oh mon cher! I have living Ahead One more tour On the books I’ve been gone (Long enough) Spotlight’s been Ringing Fame won’t stay on hold. oh small sparrow, brittle bones one or two more kisses to you curtain calls i will not pick up back home no ally’s what it used to be. © 2019 Kalea |
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