Ode to young love

With the new year upon us, my thoughts turn to young love. When a girl and guy fall for each other; in love for maybe the first time.

What is love? Why, glad you asked. As a certified old married guy, I hold the secrets to love. Yes, that’s right, all you have to do is ask, and the secrets I will share.

First, though, some poetry. What could I say that the great poets haven’t before? Little, I’m sure.

Sweet little Sheila You’ll know her if you see her
Blue eyes and a ponytail
Cheeks are rosy She looks a little nosey
Man, this little girl is fine

Never knew a girl Like my little Sheila
Her name drives me insane
Sweet little girl That’s my little Sheila
Man, this little girl is fine

Me and Sheila go for a ride
Oh-oh-oh-oh Feel funny inside
Then little Sheila Whispers in my ear
Oh-oh-oh-oh I love you Sheila dear

Sheila said she loves me She said she’d never leave me
True love that will never die
We’re doggone happy Just me and her together
Man, this little girl is fine

A Christmas Funeral

It was Christmastime of ought-five
The whether had finally turned cold
The news came that Mr. Ray had passed
Now everyone had to be told

About the plans to honor him
And how we’d do that at the church
Where he gave his life and two loves
And now; an end to his search

His daughter asked me to sing a song
I was honored but afraid
Afraid that I wasn’t worthy
Then, He spoke; and I obeyed

Mr. Ray’s grandson told me,
“Your dad sang at my grandpa B’s service.”
I said, “That’s somethin’,” and thought,
“Thanks for making me nervous.”

Bing Crosby, Eddie Arnold and me
We sang Rock of Ages
From Our Favorite Hymns we picked
After turning lots of pages

Where’ve you been?

I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways,
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

Isn’t that enough?