Gems that brighten up everyday life

Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
Or so our Marilyn sang …
But I have something better, you see;
They outshine the sun and the moon.
These people are gems of the highest esteem,
They shine wherever they are …
Affectionate and cheerful, bright as a pin,
Established here and there and far away.
I am deeply pleased to address them
As quality friends they shone …
Lovely men and women,
The sweetest of all.
And so I wish the best
With news full of love …
We fit together, my dear friends,
Like a smooth satin glove.
May our days always be so humble …
May our nights be fragrant with flowers;
May we seldom waver or stumble …
And our lives were filled with the brightest hours.

He left his love …

He left his love so sweet and pure
Standing there on the shore …
And I would never say the name again
Of the man she adored.
He wandered a long time to see the world,
It is rich to behold …
And I couldn’t find such a big prize
Like the one he had voluntarily sold.
He traveled far to find his dream
On the shimmering waves …
And I found instead the vast and cold sea,
Beneath the empty caves.
Later he returned to his dear old home,
The place where he was born …
And I looked on the shore for the face of one
To whom he swore his love.
He lived the rest of his days
A lonely and empty life …
And he cried at the thought of the woman he loved
But he had never made his wife.
He died alone on that same beach,
Where I had last seen her face …
And love never got back
Of what was left in that place.

Poor sue dunham

Poor Sue Dunham, crazy as crazy
Danced pure naked under the bright white moon.
Raised by people on guilt and fear …
Mom crocheted and Dad was weird.
Daughter of the sun and daughter of the trees,
He drank from the flowers in the noon breeze.
Taught to obey those nonsense rules …
Forced to attend boring gray school.

Poor Sue Dunham, bare knees and tanned,
I skated down a bold and free sidewalk.
Scolded for running when I should have walked …
Bored to tears from empty talk.
A son of the wave just thrown from the ocean,
He found sparkling gems to love and save.
They told him to live where the air was stale …
In a corner of the earth like the entrails of the devil.

Poor Sue Dunham, a woman in years,
He refused to live off guilt and fear.
Punished by men for her brilliant spirit …
She slept alone in the moonlit night.
A child of true love and friendship,
She gave her and him her heart.
Pushed by the rules that seek to kill …
You’ll find poor Sue buried on that hill.