ODE TO SAMANTHA BEARDON
Life is a highway I think
a coffee and beer to drink
the journey is an endless lane
to view through the window pane
to smile, to cry to laugh again
walk around and dance in the rain
when days are just a new calendar
and there are some things to remember
when life is a rope on a hazelnut tree
and love flies around carelessly free
I'll love to see my chandelier cut the cake
and let hip hip hurray cascade down the lake
I'll love to whisper some lines or two
from Billy Collins or Pablo Neruda's tune
If through this shadowy days our path intersect
and love flies around like a new born insect
celebrate your days with smiles and happiness
read through this lines with much more liveliness!
for this day you're celebrated my dearest mother
For this love I have for you can never be smother.
©𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝
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