Sunday, May 18, 2014

The Joan

I remember the Chinese cafés and the "dreamin' on our dimes" jukeboxes . . .  .

Christmas is sparklin'
Out on Carol's lawn
This girl of my childhood games
Has kids nearly grown and gone
Grown up so fast
Like the turn of a page
We look like our mothers did, now,
When we were those kids' age

Nothin' lasts for long