A poem about the death of an old man in a small town. |
Fade to Blue Did you hear That Mr. Lorenzo died On a hot Saturday afternoon The last thing he said to me was “Good morning” His daughter found him I heard it was in the bathroom I think It was on his bed He left a will A million dollars That’s what everyone says He’s been keeping the money Under his mattress Since the Great Depression I don’t believe it personally Who could keep that much Under a mattress He was a war hero Heard he fought in World War II He used to tell his friends He killed Hitler They knew he didn’t But those were the jokes You told to your friends those days I wonder What his daughter will do With all that money Maybe she’ll pay for her daughter’s education I think she needs a vacation though The divorce has left bags under her eyes But it’s got me thinking What will people do when I’m gone You know My dad died when I was seven And I didn’t cry I hope my son Cries when I’m gone. |