Old Lady Blue and a broken-down shoe.
Where is the love of my life?
She died long ago, or lives in Bordeaux,
Or is maybe another man's wife.
Response:
But, Sir, don't dispair. For you must be aware.
That love's way with troubles is rife.
You maid's waiting still, and she lives on a hill.
Leading a simpleton's life.
If this mate of your soul is not easily seen,
You won't find her unless your heart's vision is keen.
The love of one's life is not easily found.
But you'll know if it's she, if your judgement is sound.
Myrtle Beach and Conway, South Carolina, USA
1997-8
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