Mateando

My buddy
Here comes the mate
Sip it slow, take your time
It's sad to sip alone
When old age comes knocking
So in this final stretch
That hits with a chill
My old empty heart
That once had many loves
Groans like an accordion
At the country dances

It's not that I'm lacking grit
Or strength in my stance
'Cause my old heart
Still beats in rhythm
Who spent pound for pound
Making a fuss about luck
Doesn't stay quiet out of fear
Nor cries for being soft
It laments and the true Sun
That sets in the afternoon

It's the longing
That little pest
That gnaws at our flesh
That hellish bug
That even pierces the crown
It's the last herd
Of a life poorly lived

As it reaches the end of the road
Realizing in a second
That it came and goes from this world
Suffering for nothing

It's sad to sip alone
In the afternoon or at dawn
Bittering the taste
Of some past affection

How it hurts to remember the nest
That time swept away in the flood
But it left behind a seed
Of sadness and bitterness
To relive the tenderness
Of someone who was once ours

That's why, my buddy
I don't sip alone
Even though the blessed green
Is more than a habit for me
It's my last resource
That I won't give up, nor let go
And I ask God
Despite
The bitterness of my song
To keep a saint for me
In heaven
To share a bitter mate