Liberty's Free

Liberty's free with her smiles as she sashays down the aisles Lord knows she must walk miles specially on the slow days. She’s so easy on the eyes midst these posers and their lies always takes me by surprise to find she's still here. Just a butterfly in the wind never quite sure where she's been can't go back and start again though she'd sometimes like to. Like that Monarch soaring high someday she’ll touch the sky l just shake my head and sigh and have another beer. Back home, she's had a row with her new for always beau too fast or else too slow both leave her lonely. Till another comes around to her dazzling smile bound but his feet stay on the ground and she flies solo. Just a butterfly in the wind never quite sure where she's been can't go back and start again though she'd sometimes like to. Like that Monarch soaring high someday she’ll touch the sky l just shake my head and sigh and have another beer. She asks if I like her dress and I always answer yes but like most here I guess I'd rather see her naked. Even when she dances close there's distance like a ghost we raise glasses high and toast another time and year. Just a butterfly in the wind never quite sure where she's been can't go back and start again though she'd sometimes like to. Like that Monarch soaring high someday she’ll touch the sky l just shake my head and sigh and have another beer. __________________________________________________ An older poem from another time. As much a C&W song as a poem - I hear steel guitar and ........