Claude P. DeHerrera

Colorado Springs, CO, USA

I used to write lyrics for songs, some were played in Hollywood. I had one song published. I've never made any money. I had my lyrics and poems stolen. I gave up writing about forty years ago. Two years ago I saw an ad in the paper for The National Library of Poetry. So, I started writing again. I am so damn old, that if I write anymore I don't know if it will do any good or not.

A Trunk in the Attic

There is a trunk in the attic
Full with love letters
And memories I dare not explore
From a lovely young maiden
Whom I once loved so dearly
Back in the days of yore
She married another
Without saying goodbye
And left me alone
Just as blue as the sky
I took up drinking as a hobby
It turned into a twenty-four hour a day job
I was driven to excessive drinking
I drank day or night
I just had to have a drink
I was lost as the trunk in the attic
So I joined AA
I threw my bottle away
Now I am happy living
Just one day at a time.

Fair, Fat, and Forty

She is fair, fat, and forty
She giggles when she talks
She wobbles as she walks
For she really gets around
Kids and dogs follow her all over town
The kids huddle up, they speak in whispers
The dogs wiggle their tails
They don't even bark
People stop and stare
She looks at them with a flashing glare
She waves her hands at them
For she doesn't even care
She really loves to dance
And the way she shakes
Is enough to kill a snake
For she is quite a jitter bug
She beats it on the floor
She beats it on the rug
And when Grampa comes around
She beats it out the door