Words

“Words”

Alan P. Scaglione

7/11/2016

Words…

All that is left…

Are your…

Words!

You said “if anyone wants to know me…

Read the words to my songs!”

And I have…

I’ve just spent a day…

Reading all of the words to

All of your songs and

All of your songs tell

The story of your life well lived…

From friends like Rosie with the VW Van

To Paul who became a writer for the Tribune

But alas…

All that is left is your words.

I met Peachy

And I heard about your America

I found Peter and John walking through the streets

Preaching to anyone they could meet.

I even cried when I found your

Broken Pieces Three

Knowing that all of those pieces

Touched a part of me.

All your words

All so full of life

All so amazing and bright

All so touching and loving

Even your dark moments…

Filled with light.

But you’re still gone…

And all that’s left…

 Are your words…

That was enough for you…

You hoped they would be your posterity…

 You lived in a time when people read

But you died in a time when people did not.

So…the saddest moment I happen upon

Is seeing…

All of your words,

In a pile,

On my desk…

Needing a

Home…so they can live again…

Eyes… so they can breathe again

Hearts… so they can touch again

But today…

In a world of 24/7 social media

When everyone is looking for entertainment…

Sadly, my heart breaks to report…

No one is looking for…

Words!

RIP Joseph Eddie Scaglione

I promise to keep your words alive…

Until my words die too.