Jelly

I love the simple ways of you,

the black and white and lovely. Stark
simplicity is what you do;
it's sun or shadow, light or dark.

You dance your dance, you take your stand
the conversation’s short and sweet
with friends who, briefly, held your hand,
with those who offer life’s deceit.

And love lives in a reference book,
as lessons learned so long ago.
You know the page but never look
and, like as not, it’s better so.

“Oh, lunch.”, I hear you softly mutter, 
“Jelly, bread and peanut butter.”




I love the simple ways of you,
the black and white and lovely. Stark
simplicity is what you do,
it's sun or shadow, light or dark.

You dance your dance; you take your stand.
The conversation’s short and sweet
with friends who, briefly, held your hand,
with brownies that you'll never eat.

The past is just a reference book
with lessons learned from long ago.
You know the page but never look
and, like as not, it’s better so.

“Oh, lunch.”, I hear you softly mutter,
“Jelly, bread and peanut butter."



Jelly. V2


I love the simple ways of you,
the black and white and lovely. Stark
simplicity is what you do,
it's sun or shadow, light or dark.

You dance your dance; you take your stand.
The conversation’s short and sweet
with friends who, briefly, held your hand,
with lovers you may never meet.

The past is just a reference book
with lessons learned from long ago.
You know the page but never look
and, like as not, it’s better so.

“Oh, lunch.”, I hear you softly mutter, 
“Jelly, bread and peanut butter.”