Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Frank Beuck Nov 2013
it was 63 when a man said i have a dream
there for that day peoplo walked away with in there head somthin is going to change
we all said were going to get  the man on the moon and loved a man that got them there
a man woke time for work in his wallet he he had a 20 that he would never spend
the pain to get dressed was unreal that no one else could feel
he went to the table to eat there was his son and daughter
little jon jon was what he called his son daddy can i go with  no son bet you can come to the airport to wave us goodbye so he ran to his room to get dressed so there they were so father  and mother waiting for it to land as they all held hands
they jumped it to choper as they were called
they flew to andrews promising to son and sis that they would be back
they landed in pink and blue the cheered for the wife as the husband had strife
many hands  just to many to count all reached for camolot
they jumped in the car  they dint have far he said a speech and once again hand were at reach

on the path many peoplo did line to see the man who said i know i can
the car did slow for the peoplo did flow
you cant say they dont love you here a women did  show
bam bam bam was the sound that was herd as peoplo fell to the dirt
they took off very fast for the man may not last
they arived at a place called parkland and they did no waist to get the man in blue and the women in pink and the dreded red that was added to pink and blue
peoplo wept as they saw the women and man oh oh oh so much red
the man was dead when a hour did pass oh why could he not last
the women in pink and again so much red it was a flash as the women put her children to bed as the man they loved was dead for camolot you will never see again
for the man who had a dream in 63 would never see the relalty but the hill he spoke of the man in blue would see and see and see for all the corwards did flee
Frank Beuck Nov 2013
your eyes are making me wonder
your lips are on my mind
your hair is long and blond
why wont you love me
i admire everything  about you
im not a bad boy so you laugh at my love for you
you dont see my eyes  or my lips not even my hair life is just not fair
Frank Beuck Nov 2013
my mother past away i still think of her everyday
freinds  say i should be over it by now but i just dont know how
i mean ive known her for 44 years my eyes just well up in tears
when i was a boy i never would think she would leave like this into the bliss  
sometimes  i forget how she sounded when she would say i love you why o why did you  pass away

— The End —