in between

there is a thousand miles between the smiles 

and coffee on a back porch swing

there is a different road and mountains between

all the songs we used to sing

there is a different approach and miles left over 

on frequent flier points 

there is a world of hurt between what's logged 

and sawdust from all of those joints

there's a million blue skies and many monsoons 

on mountains and valleys of green 

there are as many songs and lots of lyrics 

that now are being screened 

Irish eyes that smile and cry 

on what lays in between 

a plethora of songs that will never be sung

is what this poetess sings

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License