As we step our first steps
Onto the first brick of Main Street,
I stop to reflect
On the times laid behind me:
The wooden panels glistened
On the Lake Geneva seas
That held me and my skis
Aloft with blinding speed.
The laughter and lounging
Out on that lake
Was only temporarily ruined
By one glaring mistake:
The loss of my sunnies
That now lay at rest on the sand,
Forever enjoying the warming waves
Rippling overhead.
Now the light red darkens deeper
From drips of Geneva flowing down leg,
Like a fleshy waterfall,
Onto the brick now dark red.
The times lying before me
Are sprinkled with ice cream and fudge,
Or singing and dancing
(Hopefully all the above).
But who knows?
The plans could change wildly!
A pretty girl, for example,
Just winked at me mildly.
It doesn’t matter,
‘Cause if you can, then you will
On the land in Lake Geneva,
Time lays down still.