Monday, August 16, 2010

Waving Goodbye

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.

3 comments:

Mary said...

Ah, this poem makes me smile, yet it seems to ring very true! Over the years things change, yet remain the same.

William A. Sigler said...

Nice to hear from you again, Mike. Another well-crafted and poignant poem.

Greyscale Territory said...

Love the wry smile behind the jaunty ring of these words!