POETRY

An old man and his near-death wife

Every minute he has to her his name

Just one of them knows they ain’t got a life

His honey will disappear as quickly as she came

They’ve met in the flames of world war two

A beautiful kiss in a terrible war

They went to Paris and they went to the moon

Saw he Roman buildings of ancient lore

Made love in the sky of southern Spain

They survived each other and they survived pain

And now he sits here in the sun with his near-death wife

And just one of them know they ain’t got a life

There’s poetry in the air

You can feel poetry in this world

There’s poetry in the air

But is there anyone that cares?

Two best friends, still young but they’ve seen tears

On a holiday in France, silence in the night

They’ve got fun and they’ve got fears

Next to their feet there’s a self-made-fire-light

Sharing dreams and sharing their beer

Sharing life and sharing their fears

They’ll gonna travel, stick together until the end

Find their Promised Land, it can’t be far from here

But I am the only one that knows

He won’t be on his funeral, when his friend dies in fifty years

There’s poetry in the air

You can feel poetry in this world

There’s poetry in the air

But is there any one that cares ?

Ó Mark Lotterman 2001