Not long gone love in sun and fun.. laughin’ pickin’.. passion hook took the reins.. no money.. no one stickin’
Still in mind a ‘Dead Horse kickin’
Burned then turned a corner saw some from the other side.. most of all a pain inside.. I take my corners wide..
Got an old car here.. got some happy.. got some rain.. hook up for the power.. put me on that ol’ Blues Train’..
Ride sing blues song deep inside.. a fool who hopes in pain.. strangers maybe sing along.. know that brand of sane..
A while will pass pain from a love.. smell grass from before.. memory sweetens placed before an artist’ door..
Story comes to song.. every sweet love.. every lickin’.. time when sweet song sung..
Stories well a ‘Dead Horse kickin’
Thought.. ‘knowing a good thing, though less remembered, are longer and far more often than ‘pain like tin foil on a tooth nerve things’.. the pain is written and sung of.. check out our various ‘saviors’.. as in my poem.. an artist takes the memory.. fashions it in feeling to share.. the beautiful moments to first years of love.. to song.. in fine memory and hopeful understanding’..
HAPPY NEW YEAR
PEACE IN MIND THIS NEW YEAR.. TRUE IN LOVE.. NOT A FEAR.. WISHED FOR YOU.. STRONG AND CLEAR.. TONY