Poetry by Jamie McKenzie

The Good Times

Let those good times roll
Right up to my door
Soon as they're ready
And waste no more time
Fretting or bothering

Let them crash on my beach
Any day or any time of day
Storm surf or gentle waves
Makes no difference to me
Just as long as they arrive
High tide replacing low tide
Good times drowning out the bad

They will come
And they will go
I well know
But hit me with a good card now
A good number
A loving woman
Or a sunset so sublime
Time stops
And my soul gasps


© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved.

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