This is song #16 for November 16, reminding us not to take for granted the people in our lives.
by Pam Bowen
Oooh, look, they dropped the New Year’s ball
Through the New York neon haze.
Oooh, look at Jimmy give his all
On the age-old Opry stage.
“OOOH, LOOK,” I SAY TO NO ONE
I HAVE NO ONE TO SHOW.
THE WONDERS I AM SEEING
MEAN NOTHING WITHOUT YOU.
Oooh, look, the checked flag flaps away
At the Indy finish line.
Oooh, look, Old Faithful spouts his spray
Tourists stare and check the time.
Oooh, look, that cowboy hangs on tight:
Piece of cake to stay eight seconds.
Oooh, look, black clouds turn day to night;
Lightning cracks into the canyon.
Oooh, look, one cable car climbs the hill
While fog hides the Golden Gate.
Oooh, look, sunset at Malibu
Across the Pacific waves.
The sweetest sound when we were together
Now breaks my heart whenever I hear it.
© Pamella M. Bowen