El Viejo Poeta
Sentado en el parque
Escribiendo poemas que ya nadie leerá
Ojos apagados, manos temblorosas
Ya no puede más
Viejo poeta, cautivo por la soledad
Pobre poeta, su dama se marchó y está
Con las estrellas
Y todas las noches
En el mismo banco con lápiz y papel
Mira las estrellas, con la sonrisa más tierna
Que nunca imaginé
Escribiendo poemas que ya nadie leerá
Ojos apagados, manos temblorosas
Ya no puede más
Viejo poeta, cautivo por la soledad
Pobre poeta, su dama se marchó y está
Con las estrellas
Y todas las noches
En el mismo banco con lápiz y papel
Mira las estrellas, con la sonrisa más tierna
Que nunca imaginé
Credits
Writer(s): Guillermo Benito Vicente Guerrero
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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