The Charm of a Midnight Soul
By Bobby C
In searching for a clever line to charm the midnight soul at rest.
The circumstance is precarious as the taunting grows with harmony and zest.
These vagabond blues are melting the pages of my mind into a pool of gold.
I stand at the entrance to my castle – a statue of me I shall mold.
When darkness caresses the shadows, the charm of midnight will appear.
My superficial display of glowing harm will be covered in a thin veneer.
I may search for the irrelevant position of my soul’s displeasure.
Only to find the real world at midnight may be a missed treasure.
I weep as I view the midnight charm, but not of sorrow.
Then I look into the mirror and realize it will be a beautiful tomorrow.
I will open a bottle of strawberry champagne, then walk through a fountain.
Age is just a number, later we will climb the highest mountain.
Never doubt what you can do any day of the year.
You are magic and happy, your path through life is very clear.
Robert R. Cramer (aka Bobby C) was born on Dec. 12, 1934 in Columbus, Ohio. His wife is E. Sue Cramer and he has 4 daughters, 1 son, 1 stepdaughter, 17 grandchildren, and 8 great-grandchildren. Enjoys travelling, playing golf and more travelling. Spends summers in Park City, Utah. Retired at age 70. Works one day a week at a golf course. Entertained at assisted living facilities for 5 years and Meals on Wheels for 2 years. Started writing poetry and songs eight years ago. Writes about everything. Started going to Safety Harbor Arts and Music Center two years ago. Poetry is a mental outlet to give views of multiple subjects and it keeps my mind working!
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