Each Time I Walk Down The Road comical poem / song 685 by Angela Lansbury

Walking boots. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.

 Each time that I walk down the road

I look at your former abode

On the far corner of the street

I remember when we would meet

I met you late, so late, in life

My fate fixed at a garden fete

Both alone, parted from our mate

So we made a romantic date

You came round one Saturday night

I dreamed of how you'd hold me tight

You gave me a bunch of flowers

We talked joyfully for hours

I thought that we were fixed for life

I'd be your happy second wife

But no, I was wrong, what went wrong?

I pushed too soon, came on too strong

Your words now echo in my head

'You like me more than I like you

I'm sorry but what I must do

Is get my coat, goodbye, thank you

'I'm glad I came, but you should know

Because we're bound to meet again

So, although this romance must end

I'm sure that we can still stay friends.'

I won't mope,  but no longer hope

So long ago it seems a dream

But I remember with pleasure

That night's first moment I treasure

For a year or two, I saw you

Sometimes when I walked down the road

When I passed your childhood abode.

You'd called on your mum. So I halloed

For one moment you'd look at me

You'd smile pleased, sorry, knowingly, 

Then look back over your shoulder

And say, 'It's late. I have to go'

Your mother died, you never cried

I joined you at the funeral

I showed my husband your new wife

Sad, glad, we'd all moved on in life

Your house for sale, your house was sold

The house, like me, was growing old

The flowers gone, another face

A concrete drive, a different place

I still see you on the internet

 I should forget, but remember

As I walk down the rebuilt road

Where others rebuilt your abode.

I think as I walk down the road

Of you, young, in your old abode.

As I walk down the now changed road

Still haunted by your old abode.

-ends-

Written listening to Country music.

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