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Blues
December 13, 2017
Now I’m not one to feel depressed
But ain’t much I can do
If I’da drawed it out with pen
The color would be blue
If I’da show how it would sound
I’d play the pi-an-no
I’d play a jazzy swinging tune
I’d play it sweet and low.
I’m feeling like some Etta James
A rhythmic, bluesy storm
With nothing but the color blue
To make me feel I’m warm
The only thing I wish for
Is that mother never knew
‘Cause Mama’s tears, they’re spilling out
And staining my world blue.
© Anonymous
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This poem stems from the sadness everyone feels at one point in their life, some more often than others. The piece was made a bit more personal by tying in the connection between the speaker and their mother; the suffering experienced by a loved one can be much more painful than if a person was carrying it on their own back.