I Can Still Remember

I can still remember one special day in spring
when I first saw you, wear my wedding ring. The summer of our love, the beginning of our time
now in the autumn of our love, I’m glad you are still mine.

I can still remember the loveliness of your face
graced by your smile and your warm embrace.
And the years have not changed you or your ways
you are just the same, as you were in those early days.

I can still remember how little we used to have
but as long as we were together, it didn’t seem so bad.
And after being away, we’d be happy to be back home
it was still our special place, somewhere to call our own.

I can still remember when the little ones came
gifts you gave to me, children with my name.
And how they grew and found lives of their own
eventually leaving us, to have their own home.

I can still remember when I was first in love with you
and after all the years, I still love you and all you do.
All those years ago I married a lovely young wife
and now I’m married to someone, who is my whole life.

The Vagrant

There’s a man who sleeps in the cold at night
on the bench down by the lake in the park.
His pillow, a bag he carries, of the bits he owns
just his jacket, to keep him warm in the dark.

Who was he, before he fell into this way of life
and is there someone who loved him and more.
Did he have a car, a house, a job of importance
was his life something special and happy before.

I just can’t see how he can be happy
the life he lives is a lonely place it seems
With no one to talk to, no one at all
no hope, no phone, no home, no dreams.

I wonder if he left children, without a father
is he running away from something really bad.
Or maybe this is how he wants his life to be
but then why does he always seem to look so sad.

His face is dirty, like the jacket he wears
and his clothes, well they are just the same.
He speaks to no one if they try to offer help
a homeless wanderer, a stranger with no name.

I just can’t see how he can be happy
the life he lives is a lonely place it seems
With no one to talk to, no one at all
no hope, no phone, no home, no dreams.

Bright Eyes.

You were always there to welcome me, if I came to call
and I’d reach out to touch you, as you sat there in the hall.
Happiness was yours, just watching the children play
just like sleeping and eating, an important part of your day.

When I sat in the chair, you’d climb upon my knee
and with your bright eyes, you’d turn and look at me.
after a while you’d climb back down, heading for the door
going outside into the night to explore a little more.

You were always happy, when I took you in my arms
I could never help falling, for all your little charms
And wherever I go in my life and whatever I may do.
I’ll never meet another cat, more beautiful than you.