SUNDAY MORNING ALONE, a new piano solo recorded on 4/20/08 by Michael Guy (in a Jazz/Americana style
A Day in 1955(revisted)
The story of our lives, was written in our eyes,
One day in the year: 1955
Four generations pose for a portrait
And, in each & every face written there
A hint of every event and place (to unfold) -
Now a backward glance of fifty years -
Views down a trail of joys & tears…
A trail of hopes and fears…
Leading here, past our prime under the slow ripening of time.
Where do we find ourselves?
Given certain people ve in our lives
If we would choose our families
WE would choose the wealthy & wise,
God gives us all these very ones to care for –
Cherish the ones you’re with,
And leave your heart open like an open door.
Where do you find yourself?
In some dirty, neon small town?
You think you’d been smarter,
You would have turned it all around –
Live in L.A. or London or somewhere else –
You can still turn to each other and
Love your own and give to one another
Your brother, your sister, the lonely kid down the block -
And of course your own mother…
The last place I find myself is the first place
I should want to be
When you can’t go on:
Just turn to each other
Love now and be free…
And the first place that I find myself,
May be the last place I’ll ever be –
Turn to each other – when you can’t go on
Love now or it will never be.
For: Beatrice, my mother who died 3 years ago on April 22, 2005
c. 2008, Michael A. Guy, all rights reserved.
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