I have always been myself for as long as I can remember
and now to this club of 'Startled Antiquity' I have been
made a life long member
I did to my recent knowledge no apparent good deed so
deserving of such a said reward
I've lived my life and dreamed my little dreams and as always
they've always been in natural accord
and apparently someone patted me on the back for doing
such a bang up good job
now, I'm breezing by bodies of the rich like I was born
to hob knob
so what comes next for this vessel of boon
do I make up a little speech to say at this evening's
party before I take my stately bow
or do I fall into a heap at their feet and swoon
what would Cary Grant have done in his day if at his
feet in a puddle I fell
say, Will you marry me my darling girl? or simply
Go to hell!
Do you seriously think I don't know the answer to that one
of course I do but its not polite to kiss and tell
so, I'll pen this poorly patterned piece finished
and done
so to say in a better word I'm through
God, I LOVE YOU CARY and I still say you're pretty
damn gorgeous for an old dead guy!!!!!!!!.....
(written Aug 3,1992 am)