A Sparrow's Song

A Sparrow's Song

A Poem by Kalea
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Edith 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.

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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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Kalea
Kalea

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