Claude P. Deherrera

Colorado Springs, Colorado, USA

I was born in a small town Sacuache, Colorado. Born August 10, 1926. I am youngest in the family. Two older brothers, two older sisters. Both sisters one brother dead. My brother older by ten years still alive living in a nursing home. I became a carpenter during the second world war 1941. I was only sixteen years old at the time I hanged around with older carpenters and became an alcoholic. It was eleven years before I could sober up with the help of A.A and Detoxifying Hospitals. I blame my staying single to my deplorable drinking. I'll just write poetry I hope.

Nevermore

Once upon a midnight dark and dreary
In those golden days of yore
Lived an old man as slap happy
As the stories that he told
It was a while he was drinking
With his eyes just a barely blinking
There comes a rap tap tapping
At his little cabin door
'Tis a visitor he stutters
Takes a drink and staggers towards the door
Then he heard a rap tap tapping
Somewhat louder than before
Takes a drink and opens wide the door
Deep into the darkness cussing swearing fearing
For he never saw a soul
Then he heard a loud crack of thunder
As he broke his bottle on the floor
Never will I ever drink again
No, sir never drink again forever
Never never never never more

Tipsy Topsy Turvy

You're always tipsy topsy turvy
And you are always feeling blue
I once loved you true my darling
And I thought you loved me to
But the time has come to say
You keep going on your way
I'll go straight on mine
I used to take you out dancing
And I gave you a good time
We hit all the night clubs
The high spots, the low spots
And all the dives
But you with you're flirting ways
And always your roaming eyes
Now the neighbors are always talking
And what they say isn't fit to hear
That your phone is always ringing
And there is a new one on the line
So you better go on your way
I'll go straight on mine