Fools Rush In
Fools Rush In
By Rick Rucker
My lover said to me today,
She doesn’t feel her age, no way!
I told her, as long as there is an “oldies” love song,
That I will keep going strong,
Not only did they have the beat,
But they had the lyrics sweet,
The words that could melt her heart,
And ensure you would never part,
I remember that I was quite bold,
Was it due to 60’s gold?
I owe my name to a quirk of fate,
That means more to me, of late,
In my fourth grade class,
Another student and I reached an impasse,
Richard was our shared name,
Our teacher wanted one of us the change, instead of being the same,
As Richard seemed to me a little formal,
I decided that Rick was more normal,
As Rick Nelson had outstanding fame,
I thought that I would somehow gain,
He had taken the country by storm,
I even saw him, at a concert, perform,
But here is the thing,
I did not look like him, nor could I sing!
Such was the lunacy of my plan,
Conceived by a very young man,
No lasting harm was done,
I grew up, and had fun,
But I felt Rick Nelson was a kindred spirit,
And of his death, was crushed to hear it,
When my fiancée and I are together,
I often speculate on whether,
Without Rick’s first name,
Would my life have turned out the same?
I will likely never know,
But I will never go slow,
I play the music above the din,
After all, “Fools Rush In!”
Copyright © Rick Rucker | Year Posted 2011
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