01-18-2016, 01:40 AM
Old Folks at Home (third edit)
The radio played, the beat rocked on
with music from an earlier time:
broadcast, a well remembered song
of teenage love “that was so fine”.
Sharing a time in memory,
the years when they were young again,
when life was how it used to be,
partnered in pleasure without pain.
Ignoring their arthritic knees,
they danced as though in times gone by,
secretly pleased that no-one sees
a ready smile become a sigh.
The music stopped, and so did they.
Now gone, the spell of sweet release;
as time returned to present day,
where aches and pains so rarely cease.
Old Folks at Home (second edit)
The radio played, the beat rocked on
with music from an earlier time.
It sang a well remembered song
of teenage love “that was so fine”.
Ignoring their arthritic knees,
they lived again in times gone by,
secretly pleased that no-one sees
a trickled tear, or hears them sigh.
In this time of memories
where, for a moment young again,
they could dismiss their stiffening knees
freed, for awhile, from nagging pain.
The music stopped, and so did they.
Now gone, the spell of sweet release;
as time returned to present day,
where aches and pains so rarely cease.
Old Folks at Home (Edited)
The radio played, the beat rocked on
with music from an earlier time.
It sang a well remembered song
of teenage love “that was so fine”.
And so despite arthritic knees,
at half the speed they used to do,
secretly glad that no-one sees,
practised again the steps they knew.
Their little time of memories
where, for a moment young again,
they could dismiss their stiffening knees
freed, for awhile, from nagging pain.
The music stopped, and so did they.
Now gone, the spell of sweet release;
and so came back to present day,
where aches and pains so rarely cease.
Old Folks at Home
The radio played, the beat rocked on
with music from an earlier time.
It sang a well remembered song
of teenage love “that was so fine”.
And so despite arthritic knees,
at half the speed they used to do,
secretly glad that no-one sees,
practised again the steps they knew.
Their little time of memories
where, for a moment young again,
they could dismiss their stiffening knees
freed, for a moment, nagging pain.
The music stopped, and so did they;
now gone, the spell of sweet release;
as they returned to present day,
complete with aches that rarely cease.
The radio played, the beat rocked on
with music from an earlier time:
broadcast, a well remembered song
of teenage love “that was so fine”.
Sharing a time in memory,
the years when they were young again,
when life was how it used to be,
partnered in pleasure without pain.
Ignoring their arthritic knees,
they danced as though in times gone by,
secretly pleased that no-one sees
a ready smile become a sigh.
The music stopped, and so did they.
Now gone, the spell of sweet release;
as time returned to present day,
where aches and pains so rarely cease.
Old Folks at Home (second edit)
The radio played, the beat rocked on
with music from an earlier time.
It sang a well remembered song
of teenage love “that was so fine”.
Ignoring their arthritic knees,
they lived again in times gone by,
secretly pleased that no-one sees
a trickled tear, or hears them sigh.
In this time of memories
where, for a moment young again,
they could dismiss their stiffening knees
freed, for awhile, from nagging pain.
The music stopped, and so did they.
Now gone, the spell of sweet release;
as time returned to present day,
where aches and pains so rarely cease.
Old Folks at Home (Edited)
The radio played, the beat rocked on
with music from an earlier time.
It sang a well remembered song
of teenage love “that was so fine”.
And so despite arthritic knees,
at half the speed they used to do,
secretly glad that no-one sees,
practised again the steps they knew.
Their little time of memories
where, for a moment young again,
they could dismiss their stiffening knees
freed, for awhile, from nagging pain.
The music stopped, and so did they.
Now gone, the spell of sweet release;
and so came back to present day,
where aches and pains so rarely cease.
Old Folks at Home
The radio played, the beat rocked on
with music from an earlier time.
It sang a well remembered song
of teenage love “that was so fine”.
And so despite arthritic knees,
at half the speed they used to do,
secretly glad that no-one sees,
practised again the steps they knew.
Their little time of memories
where, for a moment young again,
they could dismiss their stiffening knees
freed, for a moment, nagging pain.
The music stopped, and so did they;
now gone, the spell of sweet release;
as they returned to present day,
complete with aches that rarely cease.