“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.