a song

copyright c e ayr

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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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About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random. So, nobody’s perfect.
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7 Responses to a song

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  2. jenne49's avatar jenne49 says:

    Beautiful images and sore heart.
    And a great picture of Mr Cohen.(I like that rhyme ‘own’ and ‘Cohen’!

  3. Katrin McElderry's avatar Katrin McElderry says:

    Beautiful! …the words, the sentiment.

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