Love's Last Audit

For flowery words I have no gift deep thoughts I'm rarely thinking And when it comes to penmanship my dear I fear I'm stinking But none the less amid this mess I'll sum up for your pleasure Donations to our mutual fund you've granted in full measure In 'sixty-two who knew that you would be my life-long buddy We'd both tried once, struck out at love our crystal ball was muddy We'll make it work this time we said but no one thought we meant it The means it seems for life-long dreams had not yet been invented Of course I knew that you were who I prayed would share my dreaming Of mountain cabins babbling brooks blue lakes with rainbows teeming But you were from a Texas town and I a guy from Brooklyn So fat chance you and I would fly where angels yearn to look in Now reassessing all those years of mutual indenture The motorcycles horses boats and trips of wild adventure I know I owe it all to your intrepid flexibility That we hold these fond memories to warm us through senility Just another warrenpiece