I remember thousands of songs
Songs from my childhood
Songs from when my heart was tender
Songs from when, al fin
I found my own true voice
The rhyme and rhythm of each
Catches something of that era
And I revert to who I was
When the words and melodies
Were etched forever in memory
The anguish of torch songs
Balm to my often bruised heart
Sophisticated lyrics of Cole Porter
Dressed my poor emotions
In the glitter of Broadway
I recall verses of bawdy songs
And many nonsense ditties
Which make my grandsons giggle
Much to their mother's dismay
I can't please everyone, now can I?
