Sometimes I Go Back
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I’m an old and decrepit man that is not mobile at all,
That figured a way to go back in history to have a ball.
With out even getting out of my reclining easy chair.
So I’ll tell you how here in this poem to with you share.
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Sometimes I Go Back
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Sometimes in the daytime when I sitting in my easy chair,
Covered with my snuggie so cozy just sitting there.
I look at Alexa and say “Alexa, play Conway Twitty.”
And she says “Shuffling Conway Twitty on Prime” swiftly.
“Shuffling Conway Twitty on Prime”
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The first song up was “Fifteen Years Ago” so fine,
The song took me back to to the past setting back time.
I began to have deep thoughts about what I did back then.
Causing my old mind to pull out memories from within.
Back at B. T. Bones
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“Next In Line” plays next and my old memories are enabled,
“See her there at the table, watch her pull at the label…”
I was back in the basement drinking that Bud Light,
Recording my music from those LPs sounding so right.
Conway Twitty music and cold beer in my man cave.
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I pull my snuggie blanket up over my head and hear,
“Hello Darlin’, nice to see you…” wishing I had a beer.
I close my eyes and get lost in the music drifting away
Just floating along in the clouds with with a gentle sway.
Drifting back into my mind’s eye for fun from the past.
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Suddenly I’m with Pam out on the hardwood floor
With her head on my shoulder dancing as we did before,
Just floating along feeling the music down to my core.
Back in a fun time that both Pam and I did so adore.
Cotton Cteek is at the Moose Club tonight.
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Then “Linda On My Mind” came on sounding so fine,
And we were Two Stepping like we did back in time.
Going around the floor counter clockwise so fast,
Lost in the song with a ‘natural high’ from the past.
Two stepping fools.
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“Boogie Grass Band” starts up and suddenly I’m at a hotel,
In Tulsa, clog dancing with the Misques doing very well.
Doing an exhibition dance for a big group of people there,
Linda was cutting up in the crowd as our souls we did bare.
Let’s Boogie for these people.
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“That’s My Job” comes on and I drift back to the nineties,
As my daughter Tamara and I sing along with much ease,
To a fine song she dearly loved and I loved just as well,
Acting kind of silly like we often did there where we dwelled.
“That’s my job, that’s what I do, everything I do is because of you……”.
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The phone rings and I come back to the here and now fast,
Feeling great from my minds eye activities from the past.
I hadn’t realized all the fun Conway Twitty had given me,
With his fine country songs he sang way back in history.
Thank You, Conway
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Memories can be stimulated by good music and seem real,
Sending us back to relive our experiences we can feel.
So if I’m listening to music with a blanket over my head,
You’ll know I’m gone having fun in my past , not dead.
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By Bill
.Tha,nis for reading Sometimes I Look Back,
Bill