Life's Little Lessons
I went to see a friend of mine, used to be through rain or shine,
We’d laugh and sing and play our songs, didn’t much care if we
belonged.
Teenage bimbo’s on the prowl, sadly she’s not laughing now.
When I knocked, she looked out cryin’, said she wished that she was dyin’.
So I said to her these words of wisdom, learned them hard, we cried and
then some,
Hey, hey what do you say? Ain’t gonna matter much anyway!
Get off your duff and comb your hair,Get up now and let’s go!
I know what you’re feeling but it don’t work with me,
it’s not as bad as it might be,
Listen up and then you’ll see - how we can get around this.
I spent a few years in my own bed, let the fears inside my head
run me ‘round and make me crazy, fam’ly all thought I was fat and lazy,
‘tween pacil, prozac and the rest, I really wasn’t at my best
people laughed but not in jest, future’s lookin’ hazy.
I lost my job, and lots of friends, tried a multitude of sins
funny how the end begins when it comes down to it~
didn’t care to pay the rent, mattered not how time was spent,
things got bad and worse than that, nobody cared if I was fat,
they didn’t seem to care at all if I had a problem,
Then one night it all turned ‘round, came about without a sound
the tears dried up and fell no more, I thought I was fine, but I wasn’t sure,
thought I’d go downtown and see if anyone still remembered me,
Couldn’t get into my jeans, had to wear a humongous dress,
Now I really was a mess...but somehow it didn’t matter.
Hey, hey what do you say? Ain’t gonna matter much anyway!
Get off your duff and comb your hair,
Just get up now and let’s go!
The moral of this story is, if your Pepsi lost it’s fizz,
Dye your hair or paint your nails, go to Wal-Mart clearance sales,
Get a dog or find a lover, either works without the other,
Do what you need to do and just get through it!
Whew! Now what was I gonna write about today?
There is lots I need to say, things I love? Men, chocolate, men?
Well, shameless hussy that I am, I really just want to find me a man
Who will give me what I need and then just go away.
Kiss ‘n hug an maybe more, but then he’s really out the door,
Only want that one thing that’s for sure, and I’m gonna go find it!
Hey, hey what do you say? Ain’t gonna matter much anyway!
Get off your duff and comb your hair,
Just get up now and let’s go!
Suzi Rose © 2006
I went to see a friend of mine, used to be through rain or shine,
We’d laugh and sing and play our songs, didn’t much care if we
belonged.
Teenage bimbo’s on the prowl, sadly she’s not laughing now.
When I knocked, she looked out cryin’, said she wished that she was dyin’.
So I said to her these words of wisdom, learned them hard, we cried and
then some,
Hey, hey what do you say? Ain’t gonna matter much anyway!
Get off your duff and comb your hair,Get up now and let’s go!
I know what you’re feeling but it don’t work with me,
it’s not as bad as it might be,
Listen up and then you’ll see - how we can get around this.
I spent a few years in my own bed, let the fears inside my head
run me ‘round and make me crazy, fam’ly all thought I was fat and lazy,
‘tween pacil, prozac and the rest, I really wasn’t at my best
people laughed but not in jest, future’s lookin’ hazy.
I lost my job, and lots of friends, tried a multitude of sins
funny how the end begins when it comes down to it~
didn’t care to pay the rent, mattered not how time was spent,
things got bad and worse than that, nobody cared if I was fat,
they didn’t seem to care at all if I had a problem,
Then one night it all turned ‘round, came about without a sound
the tears dried up and fell no more, I thought I was fine, but I wasn’t sure,
thought I’d go downtown and see if anyone still remembered me,
Couldn’t get into my jeans, had to wear a humongous dress,
Now I really was a mess...but somehow it didn’t matter.
Hey, hey what do you say? Ain’t gonna matter much anyway!
Get off your duff and comb your hair,
Just get up now and let’s go!
The moral of this story is, if your Pepsi lost it’s fizz,
Dye your hair or paint your nails, go to Wal-Mart clearance sales,
Get a dog or find a lover, either works without the other,
Do what you need to do and just get through it!
Whew! Now what was I gonna write about today?
There is lots I need to say, things I love? Men, chocolate, men?
Well, shameless hussy that I am, I really just want to find me a man
Who will give me what I need and then just go away.
Kiss ‘n hug an maybe more, but then he’s really out the door,
Only want that one thing that’s for sure, and I’m gonna go find it!
Hey, hey what do you say? Ain’t gonna matter much anyway!
Get off your duff and comb your hair,
Just get up now and let’s go!
Suzi Rose © 2006
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The Good Wife
I was a good wife once.
Caring for your children and mine, then ours.
Not needing salons and boutiques,
Time was laundry and dinner, laughing quiet in bed.
I was a good wife, once.
It was a good life, then.
Our family grew with picnics and scouting
Cookies and spelling bees,
Delight in the paths of our sons and our daughters
Sometimes in pain, oft times in laughter.
It was a good life, then.
I lay here in bed and I can’t recall,
Which one of us left, it was so long ago?
Sadden my heart, and heavy my eyes
That I don’t hear your footsteps,
And I still don’t know why?
I was a good wife, once.
Suzi Rose © 2005
I was a good wife once.
Caring for your children and mine, then ours.
Not needing salons and boutiques,
Time was laundry and dinner, laughing quiet in bed.
I was a good wife, once.
It was a good life, then.
Our family grew with picnics and scouting
Cookies and spelling bees,
Delight in the paths of our sons and our daughters
Sometimes in pain, oft times in laughter.
It was a good life, then.
I lay here in bed and I can’t recall,
Which one of us left, it was so long ago?
Sadden my heart, and heavy my eyes
That I don’t hear your footsteps,
And I still don’t know why?
I was a good wife, once.
Suzi Rose © 2005
The Mistake
One night into the darkened room I came to shutter all the doors.
I found my child weeping there, cross-legged on the floor.
Heart-wrenching sobs of passion through-out his body wracked.
The pain he couldn’t handle, with the knowledge that he lacked.
My hand went to his shoulder, my heart went to his eyes,
He told me of their passion, how they’d both felt so alive
His love for her so new, un-tested and un-tried,
Another life inside her now, he told me as he cried.
“She doesn’t want by baby, she doesn’t want to live,
She doesn’t want me ‘round her, or the love that I can give.
I don’t know how to help us…I didn’t have this planned.
I don’t know what to do now, How can I be a man?
Mama, tell me something…anything at all.
I’m not as grown-up as I thought, I’m feeling very small.”
Silent tears came faster as we rocked each other close.
I held him to me like a babe who lives within his dreams,
Searching for an answer for my son of seventeen.
Suzi Rose © 1996
One night into the darkened room I came to shutter all the doors.
I found my child weeping there, cross-legged on the floor.
Heart-wrenching sobs of passion through-out his body wracked.
The pain he couldn’t handle, with the knowledge that he lacked.
My hand went to his shoulder, my heart went to his eyes,
He told me of their passion, how they’d both felt so alive
His love for her so new, un-tested and un-tried,
Another life inside her now, he told me as he cried.
“She doesn’t want by baby, she doesn’t want to live,
She doesn’t want me ‘round her, or the love that I can give.
I don’t know how to help us…I didn’t have this planned.
I don’t know what to do now, How can I be a man?
Mama, tell me something…anything at all.
I’m not as grown-up as I thought, I’m feeling very small.”
Silent tears came faster as we rocked each other close.
I held him to me like a babe who lives within his dreams,
Searching for an answer for my son of seventeen.
Suzi Rose © 1996
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Question from a Lonely Heart
How can one person feel so much and the other not more than a passing fancy?
How can a kiss become everything for one, but only a moments passing for another?
And why is it such a great loss to have never felt the strength of your arms around me,
or the warmth of your legs against me?
The whisper of your breath on my breast, and your fingertips under me would have been
a most wondrous gift.
Seconds to come into my life, minutes for me to love you; and the hours of anticipation
for the call that never comes.
If love is a fleeting thing – then you are the wind, and I? I am the broken branch lying alone
in the wintry snow.
Just a way to pass your time; and I will never know.
Suzi Rose © 2007
How can one person feel so much and the other not more than a passing fancy?
How can a kiss become everything for one, but only a moments passing for another?
And why is it such a great loss to have never felt the strength of your arms around me,
or the warmth of your legs against me?
The whisper of your breath on my breast, and your fingertips under me would have been
a most wondrous gift.
Seconds to come into my life, minutes for me to love you; and the hours of anticipation
for the call that never comes.
If love is a fleeting thing – then you are the wind, and I? I am the broken branch lying alone
in the wintry snow.
Just a way to pass your time; and I will never know.
Suzi Rose © 2007