I used to go to bed With the radio on To sing myself to sleep And boogie in my dreams With the band.
I quit doing it When they started playing “Nights in White Satin” at Four in the morning Because the ending Always gave me nightmares, The worst of which came When I awoke…
This one hits between the eyes. I thought you were going to say you stopped doing it because you'd bounce your wife out of bed with your boogie-ing! LOL Oooooooooops.....LOL Still and all, a bittersweet, poignant write; well done. No wonder I love you: your words always touch my heart and embrace me in thought. Well done.
((((((HUGS)))))) and love, and *kotc, kotc, kotl*, Karla. :)
This poem says volumes, Robert. Very well done -- most of us can and do relate to the emotions here. An excellent write -- always a pleasure, my friend.
Love,
CJ
I used to do this; still do sometimse; it relaxes me. I just find a good old classic country station and fall asleep to the strains of Loretta Lynn, Hank Williams, Lefty Frizzell, and Dolly, and I am a happy camper when I go to sleep! :) Very well done poem, Robert; bravo!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D *KOTC*
This book chronicles an infinite allegoric odyssey of Absolute Awakening in which a learned man, a mute man, and a recluse woman are the principal players. The mute and the recluse are the learned one's Teachers and Guides on his journey of Enlighten
This book chronicles an infinite allegoric odyssey of Absolute Awakening in which a learned man, a mute man, and a recluse woman are the principal players. The mute and the recluse are the learned one's Teachers and Guides on his journey of Enlighten
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Joselyn
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This one hits between the eyes. I thought you were going to say you stopped doing it because you'd bounce your wife out of bed with your boogie-ing! LOL Oooooooooops.....LOL Still and all, a bittersweet, poignant write; well done. No wonder I love you: your words always touch my heart and embrace me in thought. Well done.
((((((HUGS)))))) and love, and *kotc, kotc, kotl*, Karla. :)
Love,
CJ
I used to do this; still do sometimse; it relaxes me. I just find a good old classic country station and fall asleep to the strains of Loretta Lynn, Hank Williams, Lefty Frizzell, and Dolly, and I am a happy camper when I go to sleep! :) Very well done poem, Robert; bravo!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D *KOTC*