Dancing The Mambo Poem by Wilfred Mellers

Dancing The Mambo
Written by: Wilfred Charles Mellers, Wednesday, December 14,2011, @ 00: 24

Do you miss my kiss on your lips?
When you lie down at night and turn off the lights,
Are your arms still empty, like they were when I used to give you plenty?
Do you lay awake from the cold shake?
Do you miss my scent and wonder where the passion went?

Longhorns come and go, but they don't know.
What sweets can also sour you, too?
The sky's not always blue, and words aren't often true.
It's about giving and taking, for we all make mistakes.
Reap the bitter fruit right down to its root.

Returning to the premise at hand, for this was not my plan:
Falling in and out is foolish, no doubt.
Sacrifices made, and a solemn price paid.
I felt the blade once, where I lay.
Passed by me, the parade with the drums I once played.

Left alone, waiting for you to come home,
Staring out the window as the grass green turns yellow.
Feeling like a psycho, the lion turned to the scarecrow.
Songs came no more from the swallow, for the halls are now hollow.
No longer the mellow fellow who always greets hello.

Broken was my halo, and silence came from the sparrow.
Life was on furlough, and I was back in the ghetto.
This I knew, yet I still grew.
No longer a shadow, feeling so-so.
Flying no more solo, for I walk to a new tempo.

Seasons come and seasons go, maestro.
I covered not my head with a pillow, feeling sorrow.
My disco has now turned into a tango.
A planet no longer Pluto, for Dorothy has found Toto.
The Zero is now a hero, dancing the mambo.