Somewhere In France
mother is in a coma
and I am somewhere in France
and you left me all alone at the school dance
I was sweet sixteen
you were going on sixty four
Your eyes were blue
but your words untrue 'love? '
You stood me up and left me standing at the door
I must confess in my distress I said
'I've never seen that boy before! '
But you were long gone
Before I got over you
The boy who played the trumpet
you were rotten to the core
You left me standing all alone
In the middle of the floor
and while other sweethearts jived and bopped
I sipped my lemonade and sat alone,
Gave up on love as a cruel masquerade
Disconnected every phone
Mother's in coma
And I'm a dreamer on the run
And life aint fun and I'm on the run
I'm somwhere lost in France
By the Eiffel Tower I shiver and cower
As I recall that cruel school dance
and you are probably middle aged
chronologically right for your body
your probably married a wife with Big Ears
And drive around in a car like Noddy
mother is out of her coma
And I'm catching the next train home
I'll stay for a while but then I must fly
For a long weekend in Rome
Where I will wander among the ruins
And try really hard to forget
The boy who once trumped on his trumpet
Eating a soggy bagette,
Married divorced with a wayward kid
Then I 'll fly off to spain with a heart full of rain
To relive the sorry saga over, again and again!
poem by Yvette Smith
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