the day the music played
fire and rain baby
that’s where it’s at
whether it be on vinyl
or flatscreen tv
you said you were just
gonna borrow it
but years went by
and you never did give it back
no you never did
(you never did)
there are no apologies
necessary
I’ve since moved on
now that compact discs
have arrived
not to mention youtube
and itunes
partaking in yoo-hoo
or root beer
friday night it was late
and I had no place to go
except for quietly tapping my foot
fire and rain
playing in the background
september two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
Oh how time flies and how many things can happen in a short period of time.
it could be endless actually
Very True and thank you for the follow i really do appreciate it you have a very nice style of writing.
👌👌
thank you
Time is a fickle thing.
yes indeed dear friend
I love this poem.
thank you very much Shawna
Well now there is a song stuck in my head..ala James Taylor.
funny how things like that happen with poetry!
Ah, seems the song is following you round… you can’t give it away… it will still find you!! 😀
it sure seems so – thanks Susie!