I miss that sidewalk treat
That tasted so sweet
A lemonade stand
That momma planned
In a perfect place
Without a trace
Time went missing
As we were kissing
What happened to that
Front porch soul
And a timeless chat
As we grow old
Let’s talk about the latter
The ones that matter
Supper’s cooking
So don’t go looking
For a scent of love
Down in the grove
The time will come
To realize where it’s from
Dreams still beckon
Memories that reckon
When the streetlight
Starts to hum
And the sun sets good night
Time to head back home

 

BeLove © 2017

 

My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

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