Where’s the song I remember? The one
we all knew, at least some of us did.
From radios on beaches, flowing out car
windows and down hallways playing its tune.
The song bridled a sweetness to the air,
a message of words, a rhythm, where
fingers tapped and heads nodded.
Like life, things fade. Memories grow thin
along with friends and family. But the song
should remain. Claiming new ground, new
generations, fostering a purity of seasons
like I remember when I first heard that song.
Roger Singer 