Sought gentle love like doe to a fawn
instead im torn up and jig-sawn
I need still waters by my side
now drowning and floundering in a riptide.
Up all night confessing and talking
now the path to your heart requires jay-walking.
I know at love I was inept
but dont deserve my heart windswept.
midnites struck I must flee this dance
has the curtain dropped on romance?
footloose years is now moot
"though I feasted on so much forbidden fruit.
sand raced through the hourglass
another eve another lass.
Now fifty -four and all alone
waitng for the ringing phone.
mirror reflects a weatherbeaten look
am I supposed to curl up with a good book?
If I could turn backn clocks waving hands
reverse the flow of fallen sands.
Would I change the rules of the game?
No!....I think I would do it all the same.
-santacruz-
