I was a classic 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air, in mint condition, admiral and white.
My owner had other beautiful, classic cars, like stars sparkling into twilight.
My owner loved his old cars, saying 'they don't make them like they used to;'
And I enjoyed getting out upon the open road, to show him what I could do.
My fellow cars and I saw lots of sunny days, in bliss freedom of the flowers,
Traveling the length and breadth of this land, in the clasp of jeweled hours.
Flighty friends and I recalled 'good old days,' in rosy sunset times of finally,
......
Birdwatching had become for me, such pleasurable summertime hobby,
So I was often among the trees, young ones or those old and knobby.
I chased rose finches at dawn, and the yellow warblers come noon,
Scarlet flycatchers of a fine evening, and ravens under the moon!
By the fond nickname of 'Bird Lady', I had lately become renowned,
And aptly it did cling to me, like the title monarch once crowned.
Outfitted with my binoculars, I sought the rarest or common birds,
......
Once like a river, our laughter did flow,
As we shared secrets, like no others would know,
But then came the storm, with thunderous rage,
And the bond we cherished, began to fade.
The laughter now echoes, but with a hollow sound,
As the silence between us, deafeningly profound,
Once close as kin, now strangers we stand,
With wounds so deep, we cannot comprehend.
......
Past lives come and go
People and moments slip away
Sometimes new ideas and hope sink below
As time marches on and trudges through the snow
The ones that really matter stay
Past lives come and go
Things get lost and slip away in the flow
Things you love seem to fade away
......
My friends and I were out strolling, in a lush park one day,
Just enjoying the scenes of the afternoon, as time flew away.
Sun kissed blooms blushed and swooned, under pale lazy clouds;
And nature was lush in the flora, which sometimes overcrowds.
We talked joked and laughed, in the way that good friends do;
In the relaxed manner of those, aware that the hearts are true.
The sunshine warmed the June, and the birds were everywhere,
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I was a classic 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air, in mint condition, admiral and white.
My owner had other beautiful, classic cars, like stars sparkling into twilight.
My owner loved his old cars, saying 'they don't make them like they used to;'
And I enjoyed getting out upon the open road, to show him what I could do.
My fellow cars and I saw lots of sunny days, in bliss freedom of the flowers,
Traveling the length and breadth of this land, in the clasp of jeweled hours.
Flighty friends and I recalled 'good old days,' in rosy sunset times of finally,
......
Past lives come and go
People and moments slip away
Sometimes new ideas and hope sink below
As time marches on and trudges through the snow
The ones that really matter stay
Past lives come and go
Things get lost and slip away in the flow
Things you love seem to fade away
......
Once like a river, our laughter did flow,
As we shared secrets, like no others would know,
But then came the storm, with thunderous rage,
And the bond we cherished, began to fade.
The laughter now echoes, but with a hollow sound,
As the silence between us, deafeningly profound,
Once close as kin, now strangers we stand,
With wounds so deep, we cannot comprehend.
......
We stood in front of the toilet and waited.
You said you couldn't do it anymore.
She would be the perfect woman
But not your home.
Your home is there in the first booth
Your home is doing lines
You stood in front of the toilet and waited
I feel disgusted and
this pseudo-romanticism quite ridiculous.
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Have you Ever
Ever in life,
Been with someone
As close as his heart
And his breathing air?
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