The American Part 1

A bachelor who had grown old

Returned back to his village;

Half a century had passed

In search of his own self.

He stumbled over weary feet,

Leaning on a long cane;

His teeth were gone from years gone by,

Yet he wore a handsome suit.

He sat inside the coffeehouse

And hardly spoke a word;

He thought about the years long past,

Hidden in a corner.

The houses seemed so low to him,

From centuries long before;

The alleyways were narrow still,

And empty stood the barns.

Once young and tall and handsome,

He left his native place;

Captured like a hostage then,

He slowly lost himself.

Life abroad had dazzled him,

He lived without concern;

A beauty cast her spell on him,

And old homelands were forgotten.

Many young girls he had known,

Passing time along the way;

Yet never once did he believe

That he had lost himself.

An American woman, beautiful,

Wearing a red dress bright—

He decided he would marry her.