Memories of a Song

"Shall we have another?" he looked at me,
waiting for a yes for this evening.

"Only for this song," I agreed to him,
as the music comes to my greeting.

The enclosure was fine for a dine,
with the usual menu; you know,
mostly breads and salads, a roast at the most.
It's was a corner plot to talk,
with the usual faces; you know,
mostly blokes and hippies, a rational at the most.

"I remember this song," his eyes gleaming
as the glasses were poured again.
"I remember a memory," I recalled
as the lyrics were heard again.

'Raindrops keep fallin' on my head,
And just like the guy whose feet
are too big for his bed..,'

"Used to laugh at his singing,",I talked
of my dad; cheering me up when twas' raining.
and another sip of memory.

'So I just did me some talking to the sun,
And I said I didn't like the way
he got things done..,'

"Used to be amazed at her singing," he spoke
of a voice; of an incomplete ending.
and another sip of memory.

'It won't be long till happiness
step up to greet me,
Because I'm free,
nothing's worryin' me.'

"Would you like a walk?' he asked
for some more hours with me.
And for the want of a new memory,
we went strolling by the sea.