For all the words in my head,
While I lay dozing in my bed.
I feared they would just go away.
They did not, for here they'll stay,
Down on paper with scratching pen,
While awaiting more words
To write again.

I am still here.
I have not gone away.
Here I will stay
Until the end of my day.

Remembering the lost day of our youth,
when you tried to look the most couth.
At a dance; you boldly approached a girl
and asked with a somewhat shaky voice,
saying, "Would you please like to dance?'
As the answer of "No" suddenly came,
you returned to your friends,
shot down in flames.

Out at Sea, hot and humid;
a great pleasure, my mind did invoke,
was seeing the red machine on the dock
full of bottles of ice cold Coke.
Chugging it down, that was so nice,
especially at 25 cents, that was the price.