Last week I went back to my old town,
I walked around up and down,
Just to see if things had changed.
Some things had been re-arranged.
Those Rock and Roll days of tenderness,
They stay with you in happiness,
The first kiss the first dance,
The awkward flight of teenage romance.
I walked past the Old Scout Hall,
I was surprised to see it still standing tall,
The old apple tree was still there,
Standing proud with hands in the air.
That was where Joanie and I had our first kiss.
I still remember the joy and the bliss.
Those Rock and Roll days of tenderness,
They stay with you in happiness,
The first kiss the first dance,
The awkward flight of teenage romance.
As I carefully tip-toed inside with care,
I saw a ghost standing there.
I can’t explain it but Joanie appeared.
She was just the same it was really weird.
We danced around and for the first time my eyes could see,
Then we walked under the old apple tree,
I kissed her again like I did back then,
Listening to Rock and Roll music again.
And just as quickly as she arrived she was gone,
And all I have left is the memory of a song.
Those Rock and Roll days of tenderness,
They stay with you in happiness,
The first kiss the first dance,
The awkward flight of teenage romance.
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David Wakeling (
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Wonderful words David, back in those days of Rock and Roll life was magnificent.
Andy
It sure ways. Things were certainly different and I think some things were better
Beautiful this poem speaks to all those old memories fondly tucked away. The smoothness of the read made it feel fluid like a dream. Very nice
Thank you so much for your kind citique. Much appreciated
Honest, with it being the Hallowe’en week I was almost expecting a ghoulish twist at the second dance segment! Phew, all this marketing around us is messing with my flow. But the sweet tenderness meanders alongside the days of wine and roses… nothing like pure, simple bliss even if a tad poignant. 👍🏻👍🏻
Arrh the good old days were in fact good.Thanks for your comments
Great write
Thank you compadre
You're welcome
They Day with you and happiness and I imagine especially because of the title soundtrack. It is even adjusted by volume as you move around cause it’s gotta hit you right she comes Kathy’s clown. I like Ray Davis. Will you tell me your name?
I liked Ray Charles.I gotta a woman who's good to me.Thanks for commenting mi amigo
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