“I
CAN’T HELP WONDER WHY”
BY
SHEB
There’s a canary sunset feathered across the
sky of this May Day, and I can’t help wonder where some of my old friends are
today and whatever happened to some of those bright eyed girls I left with a
tear in there eye. A cold wind still blows from the north as the river turns a
hazy, rippling orange. The smell of spring’s sweet perfume melts me inside and
takes me back in time and I can’t help but wonder how I can still be here with
all my reckless ways when the good guys I know died young and slow. My boots
are worn and this beaten river path is so beaten down, and I can’t help wonder what’s
up around the bend for me. There’s purple flowers growing along the riverbank
and maybe, just maybe a pretty eyed girl will tell me there name, but I can’t
help wonder how I survive on three hours of sleep a night. I left the towns of
Europe I know so well to find out about America which I left behind so many
years ago, but never lacking adventure in my soul, but I still can’t help
wonder where I left my soul. The Sun is sinking ever so slow; and the clouds
are rolling in as I begin to notice my blue jeans are faded and to long; the weathered
heals are torn and the seams are wearing thin, but I can’t help wonder why my
skin is so thick, shiny, and bright. My eyes show little age, but a lot of
miles; but through it all I can’t help wonder how I always seem to wear a fresh
smile. I can’t help wonder why I am the lucky one; perhaps it is because I took
a little time to take notice of the guy that painted all the flowers on the
Earth, but I can’t help wonder why…but I will be damned if I will let my sweet
dreams fade away like this canary colored sunset, but I can’t help wonder why
my girl still loves me so much…nope I just can’t help wonder why…
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