The French and I
It was so long ago, the camera in my heart,
had almost forgotten it and so~
Let this be a tribute to Roget and his gracious
mother, the owners.....
A French bar, Le Montmartre,filled with well
dressed and well mannered Europeans, mostly
French, to which it was a joy to go and to
celebrate in.
A lover of Edith Piaf and Charles Aznavour was I!
Their soulful music made my soul fly, sky high!
Each holiday with only the French I joyfully spent.
I was adopted as one of them!
Granted, bars can be gross and rowdy,but
Le Montmartre had love and class, I recall with a
splendid sigh.
If only my hand could reach back in time~but
it cannot.
Without my French friends, the hills of San Francisco,
my heart is both lonely and rent.
I heard the French are heartless people.
This just is not so, I tell you from three years spent
with them..I want to shout it from the steeple!
September 25, 2020
3:30 pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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