MY PAPA’S WALTZ ~BY THEODORE ROETHKE
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee;
Last night, when I was listenin’
Alone, to wind and rain,
He took the chair beside me,
maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day
He’s not done yet, He’s writing beauty into your breath,
Thirty years gone, memories stay
Faces familiar, yet changed with time’s sway
Sabr rakh ek din bahaar ayegi
Sath hon jab mera saqi wo shab hazaar ayegi