Seems since ten years old a skirt set my trail.. they always had their own.. sometimes passion fails..
Young man raised a glass to a younger time.. when songs found in notes.. where sung in written rhyme..
Every young child passion dreams.. usually they lose.. mama saying sounds like praying.. ‘Sonny got the Blues’..
Woman with me now.. I learned to look beyond the bed.. see her beauty settle on me.. see her heart and head..
Surprise of a sunny day when dreams join hearts and share.. puts a joy in living.. makes it right to care..
So thank you every lover before.. thanks to every friend.. whether hurt or fun times.. learned some on the mend..
Never lonely these days.. have time to reflect.. on words of a simple true.. love found in respect..
Not a preacher.. not a teacher.. no longer abused.. cause when I chased heartache fakes.. ‘Sonny got the Blues’..
Take me to clear water streams.. still.. quiet.. deep pond.. take me to a place of wishes granted with a wand..
Color royal purple.. notes deep.. words of true.. pave a wave of sadness with the love I had for you..
Rainbow stories to my head.. deep red rose.. wet dew.. every morn I play my horn.. when ‘Sonny got the Blues’
Words today.. ‘I told my woman.. ‘one thing at a time.. if you can’t handle that.. a half thing at a time’.. at this point she reminded me she was not good at fractions.. :-).. it is times like this that make me wonder.. Peace Tony