Dear Beverly

Just stopped by to say hello.

          Oh Doll, you remembered me.

Always.

Nasty Giants won game one of the World Series …

Seems so late in the year to still be playing baseball and it’s only game one.

Working on a poem about fate and decisions and things that happen for reasons beyond our control.

It begins …

Jesus died for me.

He knew of my existence.

My grandfather died for me.

He knew me not.

From wooden cross to muddy field

In a long forgotten war,

Was it their path for me to follow?

Or has it been mine to pursue?

That’s about as far as I’ve gotten.

A work in progress.

Have a tune for you today … enjoy.

Link:  Jim Croce: I'll Have to Say I Love You in a Song

Well I know it's kind of late
I hope I didn't wake you
But what I got to say can't wait
I know you'd understand
Every time I tried to tell you
the words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song

Yeah I know it's kind of strange
But every time I'm near you
I just run out of things to say
I know you'd understand
Every time I tried to tell you
the words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song

Every time the time was right
all the words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song

Yeah I know it's kind of late
(kind of late)
I hope I didn't wake you
But there's something that I just got to say
(I know you'd understand)
I know you'd understand
Every time I tried to tell you
the words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song