*Life is meant to look forward
not back where I should forget.
Yet even will all the faded years
When I see you Annette.
Misty colored memories come
From a time that’s long ago.
Drifting into the smoke rings
From a thousand cigarettes.
My cigarette is just an ash line
as it burns up in the tray
I am playing the piano
a tune from another day.
I see her clear and carefree
She turns those eyes on me
I remember once again.
My love for you back then.
We could have had a life together
If only I was free.
I remember her lips
so curved and crimson,
in the fashion of the day.
I can see her like it was now
If only I could stay.
My fingers cross the piano keys
I can play this tune with ease.
The old crowd they all sing along
Its such a catchy song.
Then I look beside me
you are stood there sweet Annette.
She touches my head softly
and says Harry
re you alright?
Your eyes are red and wet.
I look up into her lovely face
I'm drowning in regret.
Yes I am just fine darling.
it’s only the smoke
from my forgotten cigarette.*
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC
*Life is meant to look forward
not back where I should forget.
Yet even will all the faded years
When I see you Annette.
Misty colored memories come
From a time that’s long ago.
Drifting into the smoke rings
From a thousand cigarettes.
My cigarette is just an ash line
as it burns up in the tray
I am playing the piano
a tune from another day.
I see her clear and carefree
She turns those eyes on me
I remember once again.
My love for you back then.
We could have had a life together
If only I was free.
I remember her lips
so curved and crimson,
in the fashion of the day.
I can see her like it was now
If only I could stay.
My fingers cross the piano keys
I can play this tune with ease.
The old crowd they all sing along
Its such a catchy song.
Then I look beside me
you are stood there sweet Annette.
She touches my head softly
and says Harry
re you alright?
Your eyes are red and wet.
I look up into her lovely face
I'm drowning in regret.
Yes I am just fine darling.
it’s only the smoke
from my forgotten cigarette.*