When the earth receives my final tear
And words of me is all you hear
When no longer in your presence
And unable to hold near;
This is the day grieving begins

When the common time of sorrow
Does shorten day by day
And sunrise on the morrow
You waken and you say
“of them I remember little”;
This is the day that grieving fades

When no longer from your lips
My name does easily flow
Perhaps a thought of me just slips
Bringing not the usual glow;
This is the day that grieving ebbs

When no longer does a scent
Nor a sound start to present
A memory of yesterday
Of what I was or what I meant;
This is the day that grieving dies

Waterfalls, Duck tails, Pomade coifs
Up tight, Stuff shirt, Parental scoffs
Boar bristle, nylon, Fuller brush man
All summer long, Surf-side tan

Chinos, Polo, Wing tip shoe
Jewel T, Helms, Good Humor too
**** Clark, Teen club, cruising’ the strips
Customized Levi, Hugging one’s hips

Johnson, Edlebrock, Holly, Carter
Appleton’s, Baby moons, Delco starter
“Uptown”, Wall of sound, Kudos to Phil
Fats on the ivory, Blueberry hill

Influenza, polio, pandemic scares
National pride, Nam, County fairs
Calling dibs, Coonskin cap, Watching Ed
Bologna sandwich, two bit bread

Twitchin’, *******’, Juvenile lingo
Going study, Making out, Back seat bingo
Fuzzy Dice, Give the bird, Afterschool jobs
Angora yarn, Brodie knobs

Late nights, Swappin’ spit, lover’s lane
Far out, Class ring, hanging on a chain
Button collar, Pendleton, Saddle shoes
Thongs, go-go boots, Monday blues

Prom date, Limos, Boutonnieres
Parental sanction, sundry fears
Dad in an Edsel, Souped up short
Mom wears brogans, smart retort

Cool, a blast, *******’, uptight
**** and *****, out-of-sight
Race for pinks, toolin’ around
Stoked, ****-*** AM sound

Raunchy on the radio, two dollar bill
Tina Delgado, she’s alive, still
Channeled, Dagoed, Nosed and Decked
Broken curfew, lunar effect

Twice pipes, Bookin’, split and spaz.
Rock and Roll, a little Jazz
A smatter of country, a wee bit folk
*** a ***, Jinx, you owe me a coke

Jump bad, Jelly roll, on the horn
Five page essay, Teachers scorn
Wasted, ****, wiped out, wired
Toolin’, shine it on, Never tired

Solid, ******, Sosh or Stud
Crusader Rabbit, Elmer Fudd
Scarf, shotgun, Surfer chick
Fink, Flake, Far out, Flick

Greaser, Glass-pack, Stacked or Square
Midnight auto, Bee-hive hair
Lay some scratch, Dork or Dude
Score some *****, if you could

Hangin’, haulin’, Hip and Hodad
Simply rad or acting bad
Bogart, bread, brew and ******
Righteous, groovy, endless summer

Cooties, Dip stick, Groady to the max
Right on, Righteous, Just the facts, Jack
Foxy, Fuzz, Far-out and Fink
Big Boy, Harvey’s, Skating rink

What a drag, Dibs, Chevy van
Have a cow, your old man
Knocked up, ******, What a ditz
Stud, The man, Date night zits

The Package

I placed an item within a package, filled with bubble wrap
And took it to my master, where I placed it on his lap
I asked him if he’d open it, and send a message back
And not to overlook it, and place it in his stack
There are others who have questions, of that I am very sure
Being only human, egotistic and insecure
I have no time for others, or to rely on simple fate
The answer I require, is something that won’t wait
Perhaps if I do penance or some other protocol
He’ll help me with this venture, not allowing me to fall
I know he really need, not open up to see
The package that he has, contains a piece of me
A heart that’s sick and hardened, for lack of some belief
That there is someone out there, who can bring one true relief
My wish is from that box, he’ll find the thing inside
And with his hands he’ll hold it, and let his love reside.
Doir