Sunshine Boy
Sunshine Boy, Sunshine Boy,
Drowning in the rain,
Waiting for the sun to kiss,
Your vaunted gravy train.
Racing for the Hall of Fame,
You found the finish line,
Winning in the wonderment,
Of Thee and Thou and Thine.
Surfing on the Silver Sea,
Of storybook and rhyme,
Mount Olympus victory,
Without a myth to climb.
Sleepy eyes and lullabies,
And milky ways in space,
Stretch across the universe,
And settle on your face.
Sunshine Boy, Sunshine Boy,
Many tears ago,
Did you lose the victory,
Beneath the virgin snow.
You broke the beaming hero,
In the race to win the past,
And lost the winning slipper,
In a stormy overcast.
Your sage is like the scandal,
Of a million scathing scars,
A pocketbook of fading faith,
Instead of falling stars.
The vortex of your virtue,
Is a vain and vaunted best,
A relic of your sacrament,
Without an honored guest.
The clouds are clapping near you,
But the crowd is unimpressed,
The morning dew is melting,
For the jester and the jest.
Sunshine Boy, your glory,
Is the story of our dreams,
But fate is not a fashion,
When you linger in the seams.
Copyright © Bryan Norton | Year Posted 2024
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