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ArtistCreate a folk art, hand painted antique canvas of a mysterious blurry cinematic photo of stillness featuring an old man and a little girl sitting on a backless concrete bench in a cemetery. There is a gravestone near them. The old man is sitting with his elbows on his knees looking down. The little girl is sitting next to him looking up at him and crying. The solemnness of the moment creates an atmosphere of sorrow fine detailed structures with hazy textures, fine color scratches, tears, cracks in the paint in a style comparable to that of Gabriel Pacheco. Antique extreme canvas textured.
Verse 1
A little maiden climbed an old man's knee,
Begged for a story—"Do, Uncle, please.
Why are you single; why live alone?
Have you no babies; have you no home?"
"I had a sweetheart years, years ago;
Where she is now pet, you will soon know.
List' to my story, I'll tell it all,
I found her faithless, after the ball."
Verse 2
Bright lights were flashing in the grand ballroom,
Softly the music playing sweet tunes.
There came my sweetheart, my love, my own—
"I wish some water; leave me alone."
When I returned dear there stood a man,
Kissing my sweetheart as lovers can.
Down fell the glass dear, broken, that's all,
Just as my heart was after the ball.
Verse 3
Long years have passed child, I've never wed.
True to my lost love though she is dead.
She tried to tell me, tried to explain;
I would not listen, pleadings were vain.
One day a letter came from that man,
He was her brother—the letter ran.
That's why I'm lonely, no home at all;
I broke her heart dear, after the ball.
