
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street lamp sputters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me,
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me,
You'll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun...
("CATS" --Andrew Lloyd Webber)
3 comments:
Joyce Hatton--what a real treat and surprise to find you here! Loved reading your blogs/personal history. What an interesting woman you are--you were so quiet and shy on the road with the BC, I had no idea who you really were. I'll check in later.
Marilyn D. from the road, 1960
Marilyn, I am totally thrilled and excited to hear from you!!! How did you find me? I have looked for you on FaceBook and Google....
How can I find YOU?
Joyce--I've never posted before, so don't know my way around yet. I was just cruising around on the Internet using Firefox, searched for the BC and Phyllis, and I found your story--took me a minute to realize it was you. email me at msmarilynb@live.com. Time to get reacquainted! I can update you on some of the BC folks too.
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