Click here to hear the poet read his words:
a song
I used to sing
a song to you
it was full of happy words
and you’d join in the chorus
while I la lad the jaunty tune
the words you loved
were all my own
though I stole the melody
from Lenny
who you called Mr Cohen
with a smile
and a knowing wink
you told me
you were a mermaid
so the lyrics danced and splashed
and your voice was like a rainbow
as it caressed
the last refrain
I no longer sing
that song to you
and the words are sad as time
there’s no one to join the chorus
while I la la the lonely tune
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Beautiful images and sore heart.
And a great picture of Mr Cohen.(I like that rhyme ‘own’ and ‘Cohen’!
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Thanks, Jenne.
(The rhyme was quite unintentional, and perhaps entirely unmentionable)
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Beautiful! …the words, the sentiment.
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You are too kind, Katrin, thank you
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Lovely
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Thanks, Trish
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