Betwixt
Sometimes
emotions and thoughts can’t be made into words
They
exist as does the past, now in time frozen
We
remember, nostalgia intrudes
Beware of
those rose colored specs
And the
sound of Etta James and her Sunday Kind of Love
Is that
my imagination or is the sun shining thru’?
The
clouds that cover but those memories still shine in me
Duane
Eddie and his twangy guitar, the South I left so long ago
Nostalgia’s
the emotion filled ocean that rocks me gently
The
cracks that tripped me and cracked my lip, all gone
A curious
balm that tries to pretend all was love and calm
But the
past was reality and the present is always time to come
The
accompaniment to all that’s regret, which I’ve none
Well, not
strictly true, there’re those I’ve kissed but missed cementing my lust
So to
measure success in life is happiness
Pretty
women are always better than a million bucks
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