City Park
'Here's to you!'
So sorry it's belated
May all our best moments soon be mated
For future glory, comfortable sidewalks
Careless dinners, mild and toothless remarks
Confused to meet you, the bone and the tissue
Of our last conversation, we caused a sensation
Well, only for an afternoon, let it go and pretty soon
Found a lost and comely tune of rhyme and rose-stained love divine
These are the times
These are the times
Armies attending, the speech is never ending
Valedictorian, sad and rhetorical
Sharpens the sense of, the simple needs of simple love
Open arms and laughter, happy ever after
The fall of empire, the dance around the campfire
The photographic nightmare, the casual arrangement
Of manageable torture, no risk before the venture
No fear before the battle, no strength to face our miserable crimes
These are the times
These are the times
Writer/s: Westwork
