Day: August 7, 2024

This is how I feel

Let the good times roll

I think I’ve got a fever

I’m thinking you’ve changed and

I could drown in my own tears

You don’t know what love is. Never did.

I could have told you so. Gee baby, aren’t

I good to you. I’ll go crazy without you.

You don’t know me at all. Do you?

The red top you wear can be seen  

At the dark end of the street.

You don’t seem to care.

The shadow of your smile upsets me,

Because you’re leaving me.

I’ve seen some miserable people

Who plan to marry, and God bless

The child they plan to raise.

I must confess, its raining in my life,

But I’ll look over the rainbow.

Life is bound to be better

On the other side.

I can’t wait to see.

Stanski

August 8, 2024, ^

LOVING ART

I love art and don’t know why.

Blame it on my youth. I would wake up

Io didn’t know what time it was. I had newspapers

To deliver. They were at Ron’s place in his garage

Had to get them at 5 A.M.

A blackbird would call to me. It was a lament for Linus

He had died in an accident. Everyone had loved him.

He helped anyone who needed it, Often singing mignon’s song

He was a good singer and talker. He once said “I fall in love too easily”

He loved everyone and put them first. Never thinking, nobody else but me

Always alert and never lucid.

Whin I finished my paper route  I walked by the empty shops

The bakery was open. Chocolate chip cookie time

Then the art gallery windows. Taking in all the wonder that

Was placed so artfully on canvas. Different people, different styles

That must be my answer on why I love art

It taught me to never copy, but be original at all costs

And always do my best in all my endeavors.

Stanski

August 7, 2024, ^