I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing

When I were a lass we sang of building
bonfires, putting teachers on the top…now
I’m almost ancient the song returns, pokes
a question: if we build it will he come?
The fool on the hill when I’m sixty-four,
see nowhere man, watching apes screech and lounge
on green leather, eating lice, grooming in
their counting house. All the leaves can never
be brown, mellow yellow left a cake out
in the rain – all my lovin’ was happy
hour, day by day, not ever in blue jeans;
there was a kind of hush, magic moments.
It’s hotter than July here – may we change
the song to these are better days…because.

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9 thoughts on “I’d Like to Teach the World to Sing

  1. Oh my! I lost count at 20 allusions!!! This is great fun and I’m reading this after a dinner out where a dude was playing these same songs in the bar; how cool is that?! So glad you joined in and I dig your poem 🙂

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    • Wow. I love serendipity! Thanks, Jillys…I think this bar thingy is going to be right up my street – there’s nothing I love more than someone telling me what to write and shoves a deadline at it 😉

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