Shelby Flint
From your origins in California,
you gained amounts of popularity.
No matter where your travels would take you,
success would always seem to be close by.
Receiving a guitar when you were young,
destiny became a life of music.
A God-given angelic voice we hear.
Each recording is a sweet, simple tune.
Yes, you had an angel on your shoulder.
That angel has never since departed.
That lucky penny’s still in your pocket.
The four leaf clover is in your locket.
While you threw nickels in the wishing well,
a warm and tender love was all you’d need.
Your beautiful music enchanted us.
You told us all about the boy you love.
The years have passed, and you remain with us.
Your kind gentle voice is one we still hear.
Whether you are on stage, or on CD,
we can enjoy all the sweet notes you sing.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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