Face Book

wandering through my book of life,
looking back through the ages
all the faces I have known,
are pressed here on these tattered pages

my schoolyard friends just goofy kids,
we all grew up on farms
where cute little country girls,
learned how to use their charms

my folks got tired of country ways
decided to make a move,
big city suburbs teenage cats
they danced and worked their groove

all new faces a crazy hectic pace
took a while to find my place,
athletic ventures, new bonding friends
faces in a line that never ends

some faces were fat and chunky
some even looked like a monkey,
in my book of days gone past
memories that will always last

some buddies who were lost to war
girlfriends sitting on the hood of my car,
mom and pop both getting old
building snowmen in the cold

book of faces old and new
brothers and sisters and party drunks,
hell there might even be one of you
old GI buddies sitting on their bunks  

look, here's one of my old band
long haired hippies happy and ******,
times back then were oh so grand
on old guitars borrowed and loaned    

cousins, children, and friends long gone
this face book is never ending,
adding new ones almost every day
once in my book, in my heart they'll stay

Gomer LePoet...