Lesbian Dad

This World


The deathless Malvina Reynolds, on death (and loving life). “This World,” 1961:

  • Baby, I aint afraid to die,
  • It’s just that I hate to say goodbye
  • To this world, this world, this world.
  • This old world is mean and cruel,
  • But still I love it like a fool,
  • This world, this world, this world.
  • I’d rather go to the corner store
  • Than sing hosannah on that golden shore,
  • I’d rather live on Parker Street
  • Than fly around where the angels meet.
  • Oh, this old world is all I know,
  • It’s dust to dust when I have to go
  • From this world, this world, this world.
  • Somebody else will take my place,
  • Some other hands, some other face,
  • Some other eyes will look around
  • And find the things I’ve never found
  • Don’t weep for me when I am gone,
  • Just keep this old world rolling on,
  • This world, this world, this world.

The lil’ peanut, unencumbered by adult awareness of mortality, is standing on one of the 128 poems along downtown Berkeley’s Poetry Walk.  Former poet laureate Robert Haas chose them, and they all are either by celebrated Berkeley residents, or celebrating Berkeley itself.

back up that-away
Translate »