OLD BLUES ON THE WIND

In twisted glasses, the past is stored,
A time long gone, no fate to afford.
Faded memories, like whispers in the night,
Of long-lost dames, out of sight.
But they still linger in my mind,
Like the sound of sorrow, intertwined.
A melody of joy and pain,
An old blues, drifting in the rain.
On the road of life, in sheets so worn,
I lost those nights where love was born.
Dust and tears, a bitter blend,
On the crossroads, where it all did end.
But they still linger in my mind,
Like the sound of sorrow, intertwined.
A melody of joy and pain,
An old blues, drifting in the rain.
The wind plays notes of days gone by,
A soul’s lament beneath the sky.
In the crossroads, where my spirit’s torn,
The blues keep playing, old and worn.
But they still linger in my mind,
Like the sound of sorrow, intertwined.
A melody of joy and pain,
An old blues, drifting in the rain.
So I strum the chords, with time’s old hands,
An ancient tune across these lands.
Lost in the echo of what was true,
Just me and the wind, and this old blues.