Wounded Pride (10 page)

Michael E Peadro

Evening Out

Dancing upon moonbeams I start out for the night

Following glimmering dew drops in the fading light

Prisms of glowing arrows point me in the direction

Songs of the sirens draw me in to start my resurrection

I drink from the babbling brook to help pass the time

Sit amongst the crowded trees and watch this world of mine

The sound of my surroundings start to console me

Making a hypnotic rhythm I hear full heartedly

I wonder what other things might be upon the opposing shore

Finally decide to wonder home for the brook babbles no more

Old Friend

Hello my dear old friend

Good to finally see you again

Come in and have a seat

Relax and put up your feet

Sure has been quite a long while

Glad to see that familiar smile

I could have used you a time or two

When I was feeling down and blue

But those days are no longer here

I do not have the same old fears

So tell me how have you been

Now let’s let the evening begin

As you tell all your stories

It starts to bring back memories

We reminisce about the fun that we had

And don’t mention the ones that were bad

How we used to philosophise

About the troubles in our lives

Or we would just sit there at home

Just talking all on our own

Sometimes we would go down town

Then start the running around

Cause some trouble and have some fun

We sure knew how to get the job done

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