Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix:

Our Man in Europe/Belize, dave delacroix: "Romeo's lament." 

Singin...when I cut a fine figure, a 20s strapplin lad and drank my Vodka, my beer & my Stout. I wore the badge of Youth-evermore. My heart for me Maidens to love evermore. My Love, sweet, evermore.

I sang the songs, my LOVE was long, romance was all I knew, for riches I'd gain for every sweet Maid, my song, my song was true. For evermore.

When I carried a Pen, a buckle & sword, a feathered Tri-colored bonnet, I paraded my Youth, a fool in a suit, yet whispered to ALL sweet Mary's; "My Love, my love, sweet evermore. I'll die for U!", a Romeo.

I sang her a song, a Poem-too long, I sang the song... she wanted to hear. She cunning fawned and blinked eyes to entice, I fell at her feet, No-brainer!

 But years have gone by.... they now laugh at my cry, Youth-s dove mimicry, she pines on a balcony; haggard & ageing, a wheelchair Romeo, dyslectic, arthritic a-wail, below her Verona balcony?

I sing a song of a Love left too long; a Canzone lost in a love's wail. We both shrill at the Moon, love's curse, love's bloom, splashes from the river of our destiny.

A Song of Songs. A wrestle, a throng. A Poem never ending.

c.2025.davedelacroix.