Yellow Ribbon by Francis Tied to the bedroom door, a yellow His heart skipped, throbbing in hy As the nervous thrill of anticipat Overcame him completely, yes indee For there it is, in unblushing fas 2 3
In the Afterglow by Francis Once, a child I was; long, long t Those days forever gone, they didn Now, as grey cells go; mem’ries fa Soon I may forget friends I used Time flies fast, while I await wi 2 3
Me, Myself and I by Francis We all went to dinner; me, myself We sat on one chair, we don’t know I did most of the talking Myself quietly listening Poor old me, all me could do was s 5 4
Scent of Cinnamon by Francis Scent of cinnamon in the air Pumpkin spice and vanilla too Sensory proof that autumn’s here.. Out the window what lovely view Freshly cut hay in amber field 4 3
The Trash by Francis The past, I put away in a paper b And threw it with the next-day’s t I went to bed feeling good, But sleep didn’t come in a flash For I remembered the olden days 2 3
friend by Francis great it is to have a friend who has your welfare in mind who sticks with you till the end a real treasure, one of a kind and the good news he brings you 1 2
Suddenly Taken by Francis As we grieve the passing of anothe Our mending hearts shattered one m We reach out to heaven, ask what w Forsaken we are, though guilty of But here we stand firm, our faith 2 2
Bring in the New by Francis Out with the old, in with the new Spring cleaning time, everything m Old fangled ideas out; to them bid For it’s time to watch our possibi Friends that drag us down, let the 4 3
Ephemeral Emotion by Francis An emotion, ephemeral and fugitive Swept him when he saw her last nig Bitter rage, childish and primitiv But then he realized, he has no ri Yes, the feeling drifted away quic 4 2
Snow Melt by Francis Snow melt rustling brook Flowers bloom in early morn Wet from last night’s rain Sun rays warm the skin High noon, waves thunder ashore 6 5
Two Minutes by Francis Two minutes, that’s an eternity! My hands quiver at the steering wh While stopped at a red traffic lig Raring to fly in my automobile… Wanting to leave the present behin 3 3
A Thousand Poems by Francis A thousand poems he’s written Just to pledge his love undying Sadly, she’s still distant and unc And his verses are unread and forg First time he saw her, he’s been b 4 3