Your Loving Name
By John Herlihy
The problem with people is: They never stay the same;
They do change from day to day, but never their name.
Joseph will always be Joseph, Peter will never be Fred;
Alice may like to eat cucumbers, Mary apples instead.
Never did understand the mystery attached to a name;
A person’s identity one thing, but who takes the blame.
The baby does glow a honeyed light when I whisper Bill;
The exchange of smiles and laughter amounts to a thrill.
The toddler can be as stubborn as the sawing of a cricket;
Insisting on crawling on all fours in brambles of a thicket.
When I call my friend Peter, he responds as none other;
In the intonation of his voice an intimacy as my brother.
The likes of my childhood friend Philip is another matter;
As fickle as a day is long and as strange as a Mad Hatter.
One day as friendly as could be, the next ready to betray;
I never knew if to trust him, no matter what he may say.
I haven’t seen him for ages, but remember him somehow;
The name has stayed the same; I wonder who he is now.
People come and go in life, nothing ever stays the same;
One thing to stay constant, when I call your loving name.
Love ya!
Jane
I think there are places on the net where you can search for the meanings of your names too.
Sandie
When I call out, "John!" A million men answer. What am I to do?
Ron