ATTENTE

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       ATTENTE                                                                                                              
                                                                                                                                                                                                   
                                                                                                                                                                                                    

                                                         Voici des mois que tu es parti                                                                                           

                                                         Et il n'y a que mélancolie                                                                                                   

                                                         Dans mon coeur endolori .                                                                                                
                                                                                                                                                                                                    

                                                         Mon coeur tu me l'arraches!                                                                                              

                                                         Ne serais-tu pas lâches?                                                                                                   

                                                         Ne veux-tu point d'attache   ?                                                                                           

                                                         Non, sois sans crainte,                                                                                                      

                                                         Ce n'est pas une plainte,                                                                                                   

                                                         Encore moins une feinte!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                                                                                                                                                                     

                                                         Tu es un trésor caché                                                                                                        

                                                         Que vainement j'ai cherché                                                                                               

                                                         Dans l'espoir de le trouver!                                                                                               

                                                         Mais des rêves à venir                                                                                                       
                                     ,                   Je trierai pour les choisir                                                                                                    

                                                         Car je ne veux plus souffrir.!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

                                                          J'ai le coeur au désespoir,                                                                                                

                                                          A l'idée de ne plus te voir,                                                                                                

                                                          Pourtant je garde l'espoir.....                                                                                            

                            Mocotte    Ecrit  en 1955