Try to Remember, the Kind

and Not So Kind
Septembers in your life.

NOTE: This post is a sort of diary entry,
personal and fromMEheART,
but I'm kind today,
I'm in a sharing, caring and daring mood,
and that's the kindest mood of all. ~~ YL, Desi


I share birthdays with sonny boy Len
under September moonlight, sunlight and dimsumlight
I believe we are one of a kind
Aren't we all?
If you believe in a Supreme One
and yourself
as one kind

s
o
u
l

quite yourself
not soul'd out by the tempting age of 27

achievng status of a millionaire
worse yet, billonaire
and thy father is not even one percent near Bill Gates'

In the name of YL, Desi
I pray that this September
now D-Day plus Three
I can't wait for tomorrow, that'd be plus oneAmore
And you know it rimes with C4!

I know 2008's knd of September
Sonny boy and I will remember
He plays the guitar
I sing the song
Off-key never mind, it's the
c
o
l
o
u
r
of the GOoD in Desi&proudSONNYboy
cometh every September
I will aweways remember
The greAtest kind of joy
I'm alive&kicking, wit' my boy

HAPPYNESS is in gifting without asking for more
save
aMore...

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Music: Harvey Schmidt
Lyrics: Tom Jones
Book: Tom Jones
Premiere: Tuesday, May 3, 1960

Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,Follow, follow, follow, follow.

Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.

Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Although you know the snow will follow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Without a hurt the heart is hollow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
The fire of September that made us mellow.
Deep in December, our hearts should remember
And follow.