Verse in a Song

Years they go by 

Adding up memories 

Was it a disco night or a Mo Udal rally

Either and both didn’t last long

Only verses in a song

Why can I paint 

And see my first kiss

Behind the garage near the park

Right off of Waldo Boulevard

What was her name now just a pawn

And just a verse in a song

I’m not an early riser

But my heart would pound for her

As I waited for the bus; 
A bouncy packet of the energy

Dark eyes, brown hair so long

What's left is this verse in a song

Chaotic as can be 

A little nympho was she

She became a friend who I left in he end 

I still wonder if we stayed around

Yet now only a verse in a song.

Prayers are answered 

And of course its her

We went from teasing to pleasing

Warm nights, cold butts, and years long

We are more than a verse in a song

Now platonic love 

Does fit like a glove 

Safely I’m old and allowed to hug

Many fine spirits and oh so young 

They live my last verse in song

By Dave Schipper (c) 2018 Rose Riversongs

note some write an autobiographical memoir, some write a song.  I've done the later.