Saturday, October 14, 2023

Hey Brother John

 






Hey Brother John, what road is this?

“This road – this ugly old road like me?

It is the tracks I left behind; don’t matter. See

Me through old eyes, my youthful  plays,

My ways before the streets of bad days.

Time strewn into the debris of possibilities.

Now, they don’t bother me; this path of realities

Is my path to the wind is my new high!”


Hey Brother John, what song is this?



“This melody? This ugly old muse like me

Is like you;  don’t you see me?

Don’t matter to me as my heart is pure

And my soul knows you – that is for sure

That I can see days; days  I can count on

is the path to the other side; to a new dawn. 

For my song was; is my bliss.”









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