In my early days when I was fit
I'd chase a skirt or two,
I chased Claire's up a mountain,
I chased Becky's on a beach,
I chased the Simpson twins through the zoo,
now I've got the more women
than I can satisfy in a lifetime blues.
I promised Jane a house, Mary a car,
I promised Claire I'd be forever true,
I promised Becky I'd get a job or two,
now I've got the more women with promises
than I can keep in a lifetime blues.
I sit in the tavern sipping a brew,
in walks Mary and Claire,
and the twins are with them too,
Becky points, Jane laughs,
they know each other pretty well
and they're having a good time too,
now I've got the too many women
sitting at a table waving goodbye blues.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Waving Goodbye
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3 comments:
Ah, this poem makes me smile, yet it seems to ring very true! Over the years things change, yet remain the same.
Nice to hear from you again, Mike. Another well-crafted and poignant poem.
Love the wry smile behind the jaunty ring of these words!
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