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But it's a New Day Now

Holy cow! It's the twins birthday
 And the day, that you went away
 
You left them here with me to stay
So now we travel on day by day

On this here so called river of life
Its winding bends, its twists and turns

Its ice cold rapids, shocking my nerves
They with their giggles, tears and fits

Winding down into the Seas of Adversities
But, we are getting to it and through it

My dear wife, this is our new life
Terrible twos are long gone 
 
Now I thank God, for this
I just couldn't handle that again
 
Alone again; double the trouble, double the fun
I would have wished, that you would of become a Nun

If I had to do it all alone, again I mean
I would never change that day

Down at that lake, late in June 1982
The day you and Mary Lou floated in
 
On those deflating inner tubes
Giggling so hard; you both had tears, in your eyes

As you cried; I watched you, and you seen right through to me
By August you were mine and I was I your's too

We owe it to that lazy river, it's where we all grew up
Where we went to play, in those wondrous summer days

I took our little ladies tubing today, down that lazy river
There they were; turning blue, in their polka dotted bikinis
 
The water still is crystal clear, my dear
Ice cold they, refused to go
 
They so remind me of you and Mary Lou
You remember, the river dear
 
It flowed down into Devils Lake
The secret cove, the swimming hole
 
Were you and I became one
That day, but its a new day now

 

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man


— Sinbadthesailorman, Jan 19, 2008

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Region, Country: U.S. A. Indiana, Valparaiso, USA

Favorite Poets: Robert Frost, Walt Whitman, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Carl Sandburg these I have read some And so Many More. I have no Favorite or any that I dislike. Whom I consider to be poets; of course there are many Dark and hateful souls, who would cry out and to I will lend an ear, but some. They just leave a awful taste in my heart that I can not bear to read twice. Let alone as many times I would do normally; as I must.

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