I Almost Forget To Worry

The sun is filtering through the trees

Those Edwardian summers had a cool breeze

It’s late afternoon and I feel hazy.

The brown suited park keepers are grumpy

It’s a couple of hours before the park closes

And they want to go home

It’s been a busy day

Such a busy day

Oh such a busy day.

We sit on a bench by the bandstand

Lost in the tranquillity of a leafy afternoon

The city seems so far away

So far far away

Far far away.

The conductor flaps his wings

The band begin to play

Drifting through the trees

Drifting on the breeze

And across the fields

The old folk are dancing.

And they grow young again

As they dance down Memory Lane

That secret place

Where many dreams are sleeping.

“I’ll have the last waltz with you

Two lonely people together

I fell in love

The last waltz will last forever“.

Between years of hard graft

And surviving a world war

It’s possible a dream could awaken still

Now down Memory Lane

They keep on dancing..

There go Pop and Gran in all their finery

Down Memory Lane they keep on dancing

Pearly Queens and Pearly Kings

Down Memory Lane they keep on dancing.

Down Memory Lane we all keep on dancing .

Dancing

Dancing

Dancing

Forever dancing.

A childlike sun smiles at us

Trees slumber in the afternoon heat

Birds sing in harmony

Here it feels like heaven,

I almost forget to worry about the fact that it might rain.

Frank Bangay

Autumn 2002