A curious heart in the sunshine Receives what the afternoon gives Even a sad old heart like mine Enjoys how the other half lives As I look up and they look down At the yin and yang of my town
In each other we are complete As one complements the other Who choose or choose not to compete And I (as the black sheep brother) Put it all into poetry For them (but I save some for me)
If you are reading this you know At least a little of my fate Some fancy folk would see me go
They ought to know I have a date With all of them (whom I love so) I need to be here nor be late Since very soon is my next show This is how I make my living I get what I get by giving
Whether or not they pay I stay And even in pain I remain Because this is where I belong I have always been here (if queer) The afternoon gave me this song They need to learn to share this day
(If you are reading this you know At least a little of my fate Some fancy folk would see me go)
But I will teach them anyway (Again and again and again) A curious heart in the sunshine Is one able to see things clear Even a sad old heart like mine Can see the truth: they need me here
As I look up and they look down At the yin and yang of my town
Beautiful fountain to admire, admire your writes such as this one. Noone should be against you, but some people cannot abide fame and fortune either. Reminds me of those gay marriages out in California and how this world is coming to what? What more can I say without getting into trouble with some.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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Never lose sight of that curiousity that brings you into the sunshine. :) Beautifully penned quest--well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.