THE MOON SAW ME HOME
Friends on a cartoon night
supper in a Mexican joint
I ate the chips and salsa so hot
even though my poor stomach said "NOT"
it still seemed so very right.
Ken and Jan,
Jasna and I,
the conversation was fun
it was to die for just to have a little more.
May was playing its little game
no matter what I did, it all seemed so lame.
I flirted with all the girls
my grieving troubled heart to tame.
They teased me with their youth
and let me run my mouth
but these May days are not going North
they are going relentlessly South.
I can see the end of the road
the inevitable relentless decline
I really don't have to be told
now or then or the still unknown when.
I see the moon in the deep dark blue, so blue it can't be true
and even though I can no longer rant and roam
and I'm slower and alone, I don't despair because tonight
the moon saw me home.
JWL
What a beautiful beautiful lovely poem about the moon that saw you home!
I worry about the salsa so hot it will burn your stomach and you will
suffer in your cot -sometimes the hurt is worth it as long as it does not
do you in my friend - it seems so very very long ago that we did the
sarcee shannon coollee road runs in the snow - back when you and i were
young in the past - now we are just two old soldiers who burp and pass gas
- be well my friend - blessings - billy
There are some nights that just click like that. The food, the
companionship, the conversation is lively and fun that you don't even
realize the time has past. Then the old friend moon finishes that perfect
evening . . . .perfectly. I hope that salsa didn't do any permanent
damage.