I remember the dancing, the nightclubs and red slip-ons Yearning Miami Vice and the rhythmic 80’s, The headbands for sports and that pony tail to tidy once long blond hair. I hear laughter, yes, I had hair once.
Times of days past, happy, care-free A Spanish island, I stumbled upon fate A girl I did meet and moved away A daughter was born and then a son A dear father was lost, now I have none. A curious world sometimes.
To the young’uns I sometimes say, “I’m growing my hair back”, “NO!” – they will cry, laughing those joyful tears.
Many risks I have taken, yet become more secure, with A lady who loves me And two wonderful young people Make parenting so easy, and Life again, is worthwhile.
A sense of belonging I enjoy every day, I feel I have it in spades I’m fortunate, I know, So I can now give it away. Thank you.