Poetry, Writing

Summertime

Voice like a devil
Full of rock and soul

Intoning to me 
To let it all go

Just float on the music
Bop to the beat
Getting carried away 
In a summer night’s heat

That summer was both good and bad
and the bad was so so good
I knew that I got caught
But it didn’t matter like it should

To hell with it all
It’s the only life ya get
Do whatever you want
Make it your best

Voice like a devil
Full of life’s energies
Singing sweet pictures painted just for me

It takes me back to those crazy days

As so little can do in this special way

I may never hear that voice myself
With these earthly ears
But from vinyl it will sing to me
Drying up my tears

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