Mr. Summer

looking back..

Mr. summer

Mr. summer is a passer-by
He walked a hundred and a thousand miles
Looking for those who don’t know his name
Though he never did wish to achieve such fame

Mr. summer came to me one day
He just asked for a minute but he’s got a lot to say
But I have not a minute or a second for him
Coz I am a busy person with so little time to dream

But mr. summer is a stubborn man
As I finish more songs he will try to give a hand
He would stay by the backdoor all day and night
But what does he know of music, I want him out of sight

One day Mr.Summer took my busy hand
In my eyes he looked closely, kept me steady as I stand
Though his face seem so broken, firm and strong is his voice
He reminded me of something, reminded me of my choice

So Mr. Summer told me…

“Son, have you forgotten, the cheerful times of your youth, when you would gladly join your hands, just wishing for a simple flute…
Son, do you remember, all the stories you shared with me, what are the songs you will try to write, what your music someday will be.
Son, do you recall it, when your songs once touched my heart, when to write them isn’t a burden, not mere works just to be done.
Son, I miss the moments when you bend your knees down low, I miss the times you’d look up high, the times you’d pray before you go.
Son, I wish not to be cruel, not to hurt or punish you, I don’t want to take everything away and I don’t want you to be blue.
I just want you to be mine again, the same as the old times were, when the sky is clear and the rain is through, when the winter is away…”

Those words made me bend my knees and look up as I used to do…
To see Mr. Summer’s broken face, turning sweet and true…

Reviews

[bryandc15]

Nice transition.