Every time I hear that silly,old love song,
my green eyes well up with bitter tears.
Wit each slow beat of the drums,
almost forgotten memories race across my mind.
Bringing a wry,woeful smile to my old,wrinkled,grey bearded face.
The guitar's upbeat rhythem raises those fifty year old memories
from the graveyard of my not so sharp mind.
Causing me to frown with bitter dismay as I sadly recall
the loss of my one true love all those years ago.
Donavon Scott Vinson