July 14, 2016 alanscag 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.