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Forever My Friend
He was the last person I thought I would see
The night I walked into that bar.
Alone, it was 'happy birthday to me',
When my eyes encountered the star
Of many a daydream when I was too young
To realize what love could be;
One glance, and my thoughts came completely unstrung
When I saw he was looking at me.
He must be a double,
I said (not out loud),
He simply can't be who he seems.
This hole in the wall with the
disheveled crowd
Could never give life to my
dreams.
Then as if to dispute my denial and doubt
He opened his mouth and he spoke!
I could hardly believe it, I nearly passed out
It was too good not to be a joke.
I caught his attention and he looked my way
For the second time, making me shiver.
I thought for a second. God, what could I say?
What clever line could I deliver?
I choked out, "Hello, John," then looked at my wine
My cheeks flaming red as could be.
Then someone slipped into the seat next to mine.
My heart nearly stopped--it was he!
We chatted a bit, and he followed me out
To the sidewalk, where he took my hand
I floated beside him, my heart beating fast.
I don't think my feet once touched land!
We finally got to my place down the street
And I shyly invited him in.
He easily swept me clean off of my feet
With one fingertip on my chin.
Next day when he left, I didn't know when
I would manage recov'ring--if ever.
I did not think that I'd ever see him again,
But I knew I'd remember forever.
Days passed, and my life went on as before
(Except that I dreamed so about him),
Then one night he showed up at my kitchen door
To end my existence without him.
Eventually, he withdrew from my life
But never withdrew from my heart...
He returned to his home, he went back to his wife
He found happiness and a new start.
My heart knew that he wasn't really to blame
I had babies and watched as they grew.
A distance away, he was doing the same
And was happy, as far as I knew.
I heard that he had a new record one day;
I was glad he was working again.
I couldn't imagine the terrible way
That his life very shortly would end.
I did not hear until the next morning
That my friend had been taken away.
It came out of the blue without any warning
And I wept. Really, what can I say?
His life wasn't long as it should be,
Yet the man will not ever be dead.
He wasn't as good as he could be,
But he wasn't as bad as some said.
His music will never stop--never!
His legacy never will end.
The world will remember forever
John Lennon, my wonderful friend.
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One Special Sunday Night
I was so excited that Sunday night; not just me, but each kid I knew.
We always watched Ed Sullivan, but tonight was his greatest "shew"!
The Beatles were playing! I'd see them at last! So thrilled that I hardly
could eat
I managed to wait until dinner was through, then ran to lay claim to my
seat.
I got just as close to that big old TV, as close as I possibly could;
I wasn't exactly sure what to expect, but I knew it was gonna be good!
My parents were just mystified by my zeal. They just couldn't reckon at all
What was so exciting about seeing these guys, this John and George, Ringo
and Paul.
"Their songs are so silly," my mom had told me. "They're
nothing so special or great."
"I like them," I said, and, not wanting a fight, I simply looked
down at my plate.
Now I was sitting there, knowing that soon the Beatles would be on the
screen.
Mr. Sullivan said that indeed, they were there, and the audience started to
scream!
The guys on the TV then started to sing, and I honestly couldn't
keep still.
I had to sing with them, I got up and danced--it was really that much of a
thrill!
The next day in school, all the kids compared notes, and we unanimously
concurred
That no one we'd ever seen equalled these boys, let alone anybody we'd
heard.
The grownups all smiled and called them a fad, a statement we
thought was deranged...
We knew Beatlemania was sure to last. We knew that the world had been
changed.
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