Arlene Corwin Poetry

            Not An Old Song

Grr, to platitudes – like gratitude –

That lose their punch,

Bunched into

‘The Worn-Out Department of the Brain.’

A lodger lovely and essential;

A sweetness liking everything

That comes its way;

Everything a favor.

Twisting, turning,

Learning

‘til you find a reason why –

(lawyers do – to win the case).

In this case, if you’d win it:

Fresh and cool;

Not an old song –

A rule.

© Not An Old Song 9.15.2010

Nature Of & In Reality; Vaguely About Music;

Arlene Corwin