Friday, May 18, 2007

Our Own Song


Like an old blues tune
we just keep hanging on
Thru all the crevices life opened
still singing our own song.

The base guitar at its low string
growling a deep moanful sound.
Hand in hand leaning for support
when so many are not around.

The lead guitar strikes a shrill
livens up the music's fray.
Shadows, dark and lonely
of friends who've faded away.

We might be a bit worn
grey, the lead color of the crown.
Like those old blues songs
we're still hanging round.

Old standards which got us started
now a distance lanquished thought.
Gotta keep them in our souls
none else to replace what they brought.

The years have been good and bad
many precious situations to savor.
We've matured together
and you've kept my favorite flavor.

Like an old blues tune
scratched and wobbling on its own.
We just keep hanging on
to the tune of our own song.

Del Cano 2007 May

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