Heart Strings
At night I sit out on my porch
and dream away my stay,
I think about those youthful times
and how I got this way.
It’s back ‘n forth in my old chair,
While strummin’ my guitar,
I wonder 'bout what might'a been
As Orion shines afar.
It’s the twinkling girl from yesteryear
Who steals away my thought.
She’s the one that sailed away
The star I never caught.
So, might I find good words
And sing another song,
To that pretty stellar girl,
And ponder what went wrong.
8/19/2018
Copyright © Jerry Hackett | Year Posted 2018
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