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Hello, lamp post, whatcha knowing?

I've come to watch your flowers growing

Ain't ya got no rhymes for me?

Doot-in' doo-doo, feelin' groovy!

(59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy

-Simon & Garfunkel )



Shall I write a poem of sorrow?

I think not, for you write of

the joy of today.

I've made choices and written my

memoirs, yet certainly, I am much alive.

I can whisper the sweetest prayer,

or I can hang a bastard by his toes.

I am versatile that way, when I'm

feelin' groovy.



I was old at thirty, and I am

young at fifty, which seemed

strange at first.

I have written of flying free and

blue skies.

I have also played poker with

the devil - and won -

feelin' groovy.



Fragments of my times, my era,

sometimes haunt me, though

I made my own choices,

and landed well.

The memory of where I have

been is my beacon for tomorrow.

With my ship in safe harbor now, I'm

feelin' pretty damn groovy.