Wedding bells are ringing,

The Bride is almost ready,

First she needs something old,

She searched high and low,

Then she

A fresh new day, a bright new dawn

I awake from sleep, I stretch, I yawn

The sun streams in, I look to my right

Bed still

Old Glory waving in the breeze,
a patriotic sight,
Weather beaten, faded and torn;
it’s time to make things right.

Take

When I first saw you,

You were wearing a pair of

Once indigo jeans

Tattered and torn,

Resting on young slender hips:

Faded

The house still stands, just barely, I think,
and we still drive by it some days.
The obnoxious sign on the front lawn
always