The Old Songs...

I mush confess that I am a fan of Barry Manilow's music. I have always liked it and routinely sing along with it when it comes on my music player. This poem, which I really can't remember writing, reminds me of an old Manilow song "The Old Songs."

Here's to old friends and old songs.....May they always remind us that what we have today is far better than what we had then.

Lisa’s Song

The most beautiful person in the world

Is only a quarter-mile away.

But that quarter-mile takes

Forever to traverse.

Hers is the beauty of Eve

And Venus,

For a woman like her

Troy died.

Surely none can

Compare to the beauty

These eyes have beheld.

Her voice is the breeze

That refreshes a weary soul.

I could look into those eyes

For a thousand years,

And when the millennium

Was past

Wish to look some more.

Touch me and I’m in heaven.

Heaven has given me a gift

And I’m thank you for it

My Lord.

The greatest gifts

Are the ones we don’t deserve.