Gems that brighten the day
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend
Or so our Marilyn crooned…
But I have something better, you see;
They outshine the sun and the moon.
These people are gems of the highest esteem,
They shine wherever they are…
Affectionate and cheerful, bright as a pin,
Settled here and there and far away.
I am deeply pleased to address them.
How quality friends shone…
lovely men and women,
The sweetest known.
And for that I wish the best
With news full of love…
We fit, my dear friends,
Like a smooth, satin glove.
May our days always be so humble…
Let our nights be fragrant with flowers;
May we rarely fall or stumble…
And our lives were filled with the brightest hours.
He left his love…
He left his love so sweet and pure,
Standing there on the shore…
And I would never speak the name again
From the man she adored.
He wandered far to see the world,
It’s rich for the eyes…
And couldn’t find such a big prize
Like the one he had willingly sold.
He traveled far to find his dream
On the shining waves…
And found instead the vast cold sea,
Beneath the empty caves.
Later he returned to his beloved home,
The place where he was born…
And I searched the shore for the face of one
to whom he swore his love.
He lived out the rest of his days,
A lonely and empty life…
And he wept at the thought of the woman he had loved
But he had never played his wife.
He died alone on that same beach,
Where had he last seen her face…
And never got love back
Of the one he had left in that place.
Poor Sue Dunham
Poor Sue Dunham, mad as hell
He danced naked under the bright white moon.
Raised by people on guilt and fear…
Mom crocheted and dad was weird.
Daughter of the sun and daughter of the trees,
He drank from the flowers in the midday breeze.
Taught to obey such silly rules…
Forced to attend the boring gray school.
Poor Sue Dunham, bare-kneed and tanned,
Skated down a bold and free sidewalk.
Reprimanded for running when she should have walked…
Bored to tears by empty talk.
A son of the ocean’s freshly shaken wave,
He found sparkling gems to love and save.
They told me to live where the air was crowd…
In a corner of the earth like the bowels of the devil.
Poor Sue Dunham, a woman in years,
He refused to live because of the guilt and the fears.
Punished by men for her bright spirit…
She sleeps alone in the moonlit night.
A child of true love and friendship,
She gave herself wholeheartedly to him and to you.
Pushed by the rules that seek to kill…
You’ll find poor Sue buried on that hill.