Sweet Robert
One of the earliest pieces I still have. Written for my good friend Robert’s 40th birthday, it is matched in structure with the piece I wrote for his 50th. I had sworn I wouldn’t go to New York to celebrate, in part because of lack of funds. Glad I remembered what was important!
Only you could bring me here
to where I swore I wouldn’t come.
With funds, according to my fear,
I shouldn’t spend. But I’m not dumb–
I’ve got some sense. I know what end
is up and up in Santa Fe, our home,
you are my dearest, favorite friend.
So I would go to where you say
and when and how to celebrate
your forty years. That milestone day–
to hear your laughter on that date
to taste the tears. ‘Cause truth be told
–and no reflection on the young
at all–I’m glad I’m growing old.
There’s many songs left to be sung,
but now at least I know my key,
and know the singing sounds more sweet
when sung in graceful harmony.
So thanks for tenor when I’m bass
and alto to my wailed soprano.
We’ve years to come, and time to waste
perfecting forte and piano.
Bobby/brother/sister/pal,
Through what clear or stormy weather
lies ahead for us, we shall,
I’ll bet my life, grow old together.
So to close, not much to say,
Except the standard, tried and true:
through all that’s come, and come what may
I ever will be here for you.
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