Emilia Almada
A Tale of Woe
A TALE OF WOE
To My Friends:
I am here presenting that which happened to me
That which I encountered, is but a sad memory
I was about my pleasure, with the usual confidence
When suddenly, without my awareness, I was left unconscious
Dear friends, I implore you to be very careful and watchful.
You see what happened to me in the city of Chicago
He who composed these verses, is not a poet,
Nor is he a troubadour
He is just a poor subject, light-hearted and loved to imbibe
Joe Alvarez is his name, and don’t ever forget
When in your most enjoyable moments
Of him, you should recall and remember
That famous fourteenth street, I will never forget
There is danger in that neighborhood, as one wanders about
Dear friends, it’s hard to believe, but it is the absolute truth
The area of rogues is what I will name it.
I have seen many happenings on this 14th and Newberry
In and from Joe’s Tavern, just ask Ms Jerry.
This is the end of my story, I will here say adieu
Joe Alvarez is my name, by heaven favored,
The End.
April of 1939
Chicago
Composed by Joe Alvarez.
This is a story in poetic verse. Written by an uncle who experienced this happening, but thankfully came through it alright.