I never can see Caroline, without a little sigh,
And “Jackie” with her dress, so small and slim-
I can’t forget the PRESIDENT, as he went walking by-
Someday I know we’ll ALL REMEMBER HIM!

What will we do, when days go by-
And…..they are gone away?
What other man can ever match his smile?
The singing birds, and butterflies,
And lambs let out to play,
Will bring me CAROLINE, a little while!

We CAN”T forget the President,
The trouble he has had-
His curly hair just laughed-
Tho he was grim!
The winds across the world are strong-
And….everything is bad-
But, when he’s gone,
Then we’ll remember him!

The morning sun is breaking
Through the gloomy eastern sky-
the world is slowly turning on its wheel-
Is there a “House of Never”
Where the mighty seem to fly?
A far off better land, in By and By!

He always had a voice of HOPE-
A vision for the world!
A GOLDEN STAIRWAY, LEADING US TO PEACE,
The common man could see it-
Like a pathway, in the sky!
A GALLAHAD… who sought the Golden Fleece!

They claim DRAKE said “WHEN I AM GONE”
“HANG MY DRUM IN A TREE!”
“POUND ON IT WHEN YOUR POWDER’S RUNNING LOW!”
And…”I will leave the farthest star,
To come, oer land and sea,
And help you, as I used to long ago!

We’ll go sailing down the Channel-
We’ll take the ships to sea!
WE SILL SAIL THEM, AS WE USED TO, LONG AGO!

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KEATS wrote only one song-
How in the Meade
HE LIFTED THE YOUNG GIRL
UPON A STEED!
And LED THE HORSE, and watched
Her all the day-
While She would sideways lean
The hours away!

He took her to a CAVE-
The young and poor-
AND…..CLOSED HER WILD EYES
With….kisses four! ?????
They say the wild birds called-
And KEPT THE SCORE!
And SHE FELL IN LOVE-
UNTILL SHE CRIED FOR MORE!

IF YOU LOVE KEATS
Then seek and find this song-
Then LEAVE the book, to lay
For long..and…long;
Then when the SANDS OF TIME
ARE NEARLY GONE-
SEE MY ADDRESS-
SEND ME YOUR BRIGHTESTE SONG!

DO YOU LOVE KEATS?
I Loved him too, and we
Still wander
Through his Land of POETRY-
Each breeze across the trees-
Each singing bird-
Each gleaming sunset
Takes me to the times
WHEN ALL HIS GOLDEN DREAMS
WERE MIXED WITH MINE!

I found his BOOK-
When I was gray and old-
And this one fleeting song-
HELD ALL HIS GOLD!
And if you care to read KEATS
Yet like me-
READ THIS ONE SONG
Let all the others be!

HE MET HER WHERE THE HEARTS OF YOUTH BELONG;
SHE RODE THE STEED-
AND SANG A FAIRIE SONG!

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Some one is trying to play, the mandolin of the mind;

When the deft fingers touch the strings of the heart,

A tone suppressed in tears, emanate from its haggard look.

And the staggering mind is retreating…Forsaken dusk!

Even the waxy moonlight appears to you as the burning summer.

And, spectacular vistas of spring, as sad rainy days.

The woeful heart, in an impeded wobble, tick feebly.

You became a singing bird, with wounded wings,

Flying queasy, through the gloom.

The bangles of the wind ceased to tinkle, and

Spring diverted its path, evading to brush

Mascara on her delightful eyelashes.

Unattained aspirations, wept in the chariot of rainbows.

Through millions of rebirths, we have been seeking

Frantically, for each other, and still our desires are unquenched.

Are you now a peddler, selling dreams and tears to me?

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Some one is trying to play, the mandolin of the mind;

When the deft fingers touch the strings of the heart,

A tone suppressed in tears, emanate from its haggard look.

And the staggering mind is retreating…Forsaken dusk!

Even the waxy moonlight appears to you as the burning summer.

And, spectacular vistas of spring, as sad rainy days.

The woeful heart, in an impeded wobble, tick feebly.

You became a singing bird, with wounded wings,

Flying queasy, through the gloom.

The bangles of the wind ceased to tinkle, and

Spring diverted its path, evading to brush

Mascara on her delightful eyelashes.

Unattained aspirations, wept in the chariot of rainbows.

Through millions of rebirths, we have been seeking

Frantically, for each other, and still our desires are unquenched.

Are you now a peddler, selling dreams and tears to me?

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