I’d like to be known as sassy Miss Sally

A song...

 

 

I want to soak up the sun and grow

I want to melt away

Happily like the snow, when I go…

Without a tear I’d like to fly away…

When, it’s my time to go.

 

I’d like to be known as sassy Miss Sally

Who came a drifting down the gold coast?

I’d like to be known as old Matt Rodgers

Who played some mean heavenly blues?

And has a smile like a sunray on his cheeks.

 

I want to soak up the sun and grow

I want to fade against the grain

And show,

I could take on any amount of pain.

And still grow,

Happily like the snow, when I go…

Without a tear, without a tear

Without a tear I’d like to fly away…

When, it’s my time to go.

 

I want to melt away  

Happily like the snow, when I go…

Without a tear I’d like to fly away…

When it’s my time go.

I want to soak up the sun and grow.

 

I’d like to go

With a lipstick collar and a Stetson hat on

I’d like to go

With my clothes on  

I’d like to go

Without any sad news

I’d like to go

With a new pair of shoes on

So I can kick up trouble

If I find tears; welling up, in your eyes

If I find tears; welling up, in your eyes

If I find tears; welling up, in your eyes…

just think of me as sassy Miss Sally

As old Matt Rodgers

Who played some mean heavenly blues?

And has a smile like a sunray on his cheeks today?

On the gold coast with sassy Miss Sally

On the gold coast with sassy Miss Sally
On the gold coast with sassy Miss Sally.

Reviews

[Joyce S. Greene]

You have written a delightful poem, Mark. I liked it song-like style and engaging tone. The speaker sounds like he enjoys life and wants that to be how people remember him when he is gone. Very well done!