Many friends I made
Like this one, while growing up
Traveling these roads
For, while life and fashions change:
Water towers stay the same
Many friends I made
Like this one, while growing up
Traveling these roads
For, while life and fashions change:
Water towers stay the same
There may be some sports team
For whom you harbor an irrational hatred
Well, that’s how I feel
About this city
I hate it’s streets
(They all have the same name)
I hate it’s pretense
Although, I admit
I like the symphony
Maybe I should be more fair
And love the city as a great assemblage
Of varied humanity
Doing the best they can with the
Unfathomable difficulties of life
Nah
I was down there last year, and
Pulled over to the side;
And walked down a short walkway
Where the beach was white and wide
In Florida, where I grew up,
This is a common sight –
But now, unlike my younger days,
I view it
With
Delight
I’ve never seen the Coosa River
Not that I recall;
I stand here on this boardwalk
And I’m taking in it all
It’s Gadsden, Alabama,
What it said back on the sign;
And my, this is a lovely place,
So peaceful and benign
But I suppose, like everywhere,
This river’s seen some woe;
For death and trouble follow humans
Everywhere
They go
There was a day when this was new.
It’s hard now to imagine it;
But yet, we both know that it’s true,
That it (and I)
Have aged
A bit
For those who recall
When people still used milk jugs
Heck, or mailboxes