So Much Promise Pt. 4 

Well, here's the whole thing. Lotsa time to write these days. I hope to have a scratch track for you to hear next week - but ... no promises. Stay well, be strong in the face of this Bad Craziness. 

So Much Promise 

A battered picture in my room 
The portrait of a young Marine 
Faded now to shades of gray - like so much promise 
His buttons polished 
I can just imagine how they shone like gold 
Buttons polished, how they must have shone 

Battered pictures, tattered letters 
Yesterdays flung to the wind 
Long ago - now a cedar box holds vestiges of what had been and 
So much promise 

A battered picture I keep as a bookmark 
The little boy with a catcher’s mask is 
Looking out on the field - so much promise 
His future bright 
That next half inning gonna shine like gold 
Future bright, how he’s gonna shine 

Broken bats, shattered windows 
Baseballs flung into the weeds 
Long ago in seasons past - dreams to words, dreams to deeds and 
So much promise 

(B)Shooting stars don’t always hit the ground, oh but when they do 
They leave a smoking crater and the heavy celestial residue of 
So much promise 

These battered songs I know by heart 
I dig them up when I’m feeling low 
Turns of phrase, mirrors and smoke and so much promise 
Memories once exhumed 
Cut like razors and shine like gold 
Memories cut like razors, shine like gold 

Broken records, scattered words 
Melodies sung to the wind 
Long ago on yellowed pages scribbled loose-leaf wisdom offered 
So much promise

We here at the House Of Strays wish you a pleasant week filled with, what, antiseptic? soap and water? social distancing? Strange times indeed. As Jackson Browne says: "Let the music keep our spirits high". Be well and stay safe.

It's A Rough World, Baby....

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