Alan Cohen

Blue Eyes

 

The way you walk

Your skin’s so tight

The way you talk

Your voice is just right.

The way you look

Against the sky

Smooth as silk

I breathe a sigh

The way you move

Like you float on air

You are such a delight

From toes to hair.

Your special smile

Lights up a room

I’d walk a mile behind

Just to smell your perfume.

The Bridge at Elks Lake 

 

Oh bridge,

that’s built for thee,

How dost one care,

how dost one see.

Your origin is

simple, strong and free,

You abide by your rules,

you’re glorious indeed.

Oh, the stories you tell,

of the people you’ve seen,

the beggars, the paupers,

and even a queen.

You have stood stoic,

for many a year,

but now it’s time

to shed a tear…

for in a fortnight,

you will no longer be,

for they have deemed you

needless, and dated, you see.

Make way, make way,

the cry is there,

the trucks are rolling,

leaving dust in the air.

You’ve weathered  the storm,

you’ve given your best,

lease don’t despair,

when you’re laid to rest.