Why cant we lounge,
Like under a majestic magnolia tree,
Somewhere in France,
Or some exotic shore,
Where romance still sways to dance,
Like a Cabaret summer,
And kindness sweetly bows,
and blooms carefree,
Like a sunflower gaze to Midnight moon,
One can always dream,
The glamourous ladies,
are wild and serene,
down to earth,
Like honey and cream
Reynaldo Casison