“BEING WITH BABY BLUE.” a poem, a little blue, but OK for: 11/25/2019 (Monday)
IF you look for something wrong, (Nah) YOU CAN FIND IT;
IF you look for something right, (Yeah) IT’S THERE TOO.
IF you THINK there’s no one there OR no one’s left to care,
YOU CAN GO THROUGH LIFE AWFULLY BLUE.
The weather? can be TOO cold or TOO hot, and it can be TOO windy,
FOR TO PLAY,
Any tennis on a court that MAYBE has cracked on any rainy (or too sunny) day.
Some folks are looking for The Shadows, but Shadows are ONLY created by The Light,
And I found me The Perfect Gal at The Perfect Time; she’s just OH SO right,
And I found me The Perfect Tennis Partner, his sacred point of view? so Cath O lic:
“This place ain’t good enough, BUT there is Heaven,
And I’ll be there P. D. a Quick.”
Well, ME? I found my HEAVEN: laying in your arms,
And your bosom has, yes, it has
MANY RADIANT CHARMS,
And I’m content to be HERE forever, if necessary with YOU,
For YOU’RE SO “HOT,” and you have caught me,
M Y B A B Y B L U E.