A little back story to this poem...
So I planned on writing a light-hearted poem when I started...
something significantly different from the usual sad ones I have written in recent past.
Well...
Mission failed successfully...
Please enjoy...
Do you also hear them sometimes?,
Those beautiful songs of old..
Those sounds that broadened our smiles,
When youth was still ours to hold...
I remember the sweet singing duckling,
Above the ice cream man's truck..
She sung around on Sunday mornings,
And if you slept, that was pretty bad luck...
Oh I recall the old scout's anthem,
And the captain's croaky voice..
I can hear the echoes of the mountains,
As he screams "boys will always be boys!"...
But of all the sweet old memories,
And the songs we still hold dear..
Only one of all the many voices,
Could still make me shed a tear...
Say, do you also hear her sometimes?,
In those beautiful songs of old..
Her voice, still bringing me butterflies,
And memories more precious than gold...
