Joseph

That's what it is, my old Joseph
For having chosen the prettiest
Among the girls of Galilee
The one they called Mary

You could have, my old Joseph
Taken Sarah or Deborah
And nothing would have happened
But you preferred Mary

You could have, my old Joseph
Stayed at home, carving your wood
Instead of going into exile
And hiding with Mary

You could have, my old Joseph
Had children with Mary
And taught them your trade
Like your father had taught you

Why did it have to be, Joseph
That your child, this innocent one
Had these strange ideas
That made Mary cry so much?

Sometimes I think of you, Joseph
My poor friend, when we laugh
At you who only wanted
To live happily with Mary