Sweet melodies fill my ears of benevolent
Great Depression era remedies.
Romantic crooner tunes my great grandmother
and grandfather have danced to are now
marooned.
Crooners of our time have gone and go, but
barely few remain singing for the
honeymooners.
Meeting at the sunset of their time, wrinkled,
nimble hands who have experienced history,
sit alone in their final resting days.
Beautiful, heartwarming smiles never sag into
frowns; the grins last until their final breath.
Their hearts are full of stories, but the rhythm
of music perpetually stains wise minds like
wine.
Watching vivacious grandchildren firmly
strengthens their threshold to trespass the
other side of the door in content.
If no familiar attends their movement beyond
the unknown, closure is always lucky.
Forevermore, their ends have met better
viable amends.
Open-minded ears are always open for
business rather than close-minded peers.
Succulent souls that were entranced once,
forever remain romanced.
The sweet jazz encourages kindred to kingly
kiss its romantic risk.
Baritone voices swooned audiences and young
faces who attuned to their popularity.
Risqué behavior is no one’s savior; judgement
and misjudgment count the clocks.
Our lips will be stained with vin as our lovers in
bed shall complete colors.
Born into a poor unemployed economy, let’s
pray for a future coeur eponymy.
The dark cloud of death watches over us all, if
we do not find treatment for ailing epidemics.
Passing death-claiming history patterns, we are
not liable to regress.
War and poor health brought upon us deathly
debt, but soldiers never knelt before them.
Evil thrived freely, slaving those to risk their
lives to tenderly weed the garden.
Values may have vanquished in return for
freedom, but the beacon of union stands
securely.
Time blooms with age, but today there are still
folks who pay attention to beloved memories.
Tomorrow let’s toast for a brand new day and
come together in the time of need.
Hand your palms to others, and swing with a
friend, life companion, or war hero.
If tomorrow’s not discoverable in the future,
then let’s make the last of it with ignorance.
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