Three 40's and five bowls later.......... Part 3 ......... read them in order, it's my trilogy
Dear Journal,
Operator, number please
It's been so many years
And she'll remember my old voice
While I fight the tears
Hello, hello there is this Martha
This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance
Don't worry about the cost
It's been 40 years or more
Now Martha please recall
And meet me out for coffee
Where we'll talk about it all
And those were days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
And all I had was you and all you had was me
And there was no tomorrow's
As we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day
And I feel so much older now
And you're much older too
Oh, how's the husband, how's the kids?
You know that I got married too!
Oh lucky that ya found someone
to make you feel secure
Oh cause we were all so young and foolish
And now we are mature
And I was so implusive
I guess that I still am
But all that really mattered than
Was that I was a man
I guess that our being together
Was never meant to be
Oh, but Martha, Martha I love you
Can't you see
And I remember quiet evenings
Trembling close... to you
The End of my musical trilogy, never done that before
Hope you like it,
Mexican Dave
P.S. One day, remember me cause I'll MAKE it
Operator, number please
It's been so many years
And she'll remember my old voice
While I fight the tears
Hello, hello there is this Martha
This is old Tom Frost
And I am calling long distance
Don't worry about the cost
It's been 40 years or more
Now Martha please recall
And meet me out for coffee
Where we'll talk about it all
And those were days of roses
Poetry and prose and Martha
And all I had was you and all you had was me
And there was no tomorrow's
As we packed away our sorrows
And we saved it for a rainy day
And I feel so much older now
And you're much older too
Oh, how's the husband, how's the kids?
You know that I got married too!
Oh lucky that ya found someone
to make you feel secure
Oh cause we were all so young and foolish
And now we are mature
And I was so implusive
I guess that I still am
But all that really mattered than
Was that I was a man
I guess that our being together
Was never meant to be
Oh, but Martha, Martha I love you
Can't you see
And I remember quiet evenings
Trembling close... to you
The End of my musical trilogy, never done that before
Hope you like it,
Mexican Dave
P.S. One day, remember me cause I'll MAKE it