The Same Old Song Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

I listen to the words
Of her song,
On the radio,
And it is the same song
I sing,
And my mother sang,
And my grandmother must have crooned
The words in the late night and
Early morning.
The lyrics are rearranged
To fit the time and the mood,
Bit it is the same old song.
A song of longing...
To be understood,
Loved and treasured,
Without the stuff in between
Which made you feel more the man,
The one in charge;
Not weakened in the arms of a woman
As it is weak to show you care.
You must be aloof, out of reach
And out of touch with that nonchalant
Swagger that makes a woman's heart weep.
So we women sing and moan
And cry and sing songs of longing again
Begging to be held and love and adored
With the lights on or off, tucked safely in
The shelter of your love so the world will know
I am your woman,
Your adored one,
Your forever one,
And it really is all right that you love me and need me
And my song of longing disappears in the
Quiet of your kisses,
In the circle of your love,
In the completion of our passion.


4: 30 a.m.-4: 34 a.m.
October 18,2005