Aug 2013
No terms of endearment, no shy wistful glance,
No overt affection, no hint of Romance,
Can either remember when was their last dance?
Like two sled dogs running Iditarod races-
Each day starts the same and the view never changes.
No terms of endearment, no frank lustful glances,
He ponders his Journal, she devours Romances.
Can either recall when they last took a chance?
Their everyday lives are no walk in the park;
Bound by inertia and missing the spark.
No overt affection, no hint of Romance,
Can either remember when was their last dance?
Like two sled dogs running Iditarod races-
Each day starts the same and the view never changes.
No terms of endearment, no frank lustful glances,
He ponders his Journal, she devours Romances.
Can either recall when they last took a chance?
Their everyday lives are no walk in the park;
Bound by inertia and missing the spark.
A good friend of my daughter is experiencing a painful breakup with his long time girlfriend. she told him their relationship was missing "the Spark" I was also thinking of Paul Simon's "The Dangling Conversation" in composing this piece. If you haven't heard it recently, I recommend it. It is actually a superb poem in the form of a song and better than anything the degenerate present has produced recently.
