We laughed, we danced and we celebrated being alive.A Poem by Coyote PoetryFor sweet Brigitte. I was lucky to be saved by a kind heart.
We laughed, we danced and we celebrated being alive.
The cold of the Germany Winter days had faded away. I was drowning in sadness, trying to find purpose and reason in the bottom of the good German beer and cognac bottles. Good friends kept my spirit alive and well. Taking me the new cities and raising cane. The German people knew how to enjoy life. Taught me to laugh, dance and celebrate the new day and night. Better to laugh than cry. Better to dance than swim in self-pity. Need to celebrate the energy of the night, not look for things lost and can't be found. My sweet Brigitte found me. She held me up. Taught me love can be sweet and gentle. We went to Tubingen for the yearly festival. Live music and thousand kids having fun. Joan Baez was the lead singer. Everybody was enjoying life and having fun. A thousand kids lay on the river. I share a sleeping bag with my Brigitte. We talks and share drink with friends and stranger till the morning light. The Tubingen police chased us away at dawn. We took the bus back to Boellingen. Sweet Brigitte gave me many sweet kisses and held me tight. She whispered to me. "Sweet friend, we must laugh and dance till the end, we must celebrate our youth. It will evaporate like laughter in the wind." Today her words are held true. I told my children. Laugh, dance and celebrate life. If you don't. You will wish you did. Coyote 1979/2013 © 2013 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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Added on August 16, 2013Last Updated on August 16, 2013 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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