Someday she’ll think back

When I was twelve, there was Carol, a love of the puppy type.

We didn’t know what we were doing and it was filled with hype.

There was kissing and hugging that was just a game by two young souls lost on a raft.

Maybe someday she’ll think way back in her mind and have a good laugh.

When I was fourteen, there was Barbara, the one that got away.

I was busy with other things, I had other games to play.

I was coming, she was going, and at fourteen there were other things that had me on the prowl.

Maybe sometime in her life, she’ll go back to that place for a while.

When I was fifteen, there was Jewel that I had to travel to see.

After a few trips, I found it was my cousin she wanted, so it wasn’t meant to be.

I got the news in a letter of the Dear John kind.

Maybe from time to time she will stop and think back and I’ll be there on her mind.

When I was seventeen, there was Elaine, a love that I knew was my soul‑mate.

But after coming back from the war, well I just got there too late.

Sometimes we are in love but it’s not what it seems.

I hope at night, when she closes her eyes, that sometimes I’ll be in her dreams.

When I was nineteen, there was candy, my sweet Seattle romance.

I was in the navy and met her quite by chance.

When I got out of the navy, I went home and for us, that was the end.

Maybe there will be a time when she will think back and remember she had a friend.

When I was twenty‑one there was Georgia and things went too fast.

Before I knew it I was married, but without true love, things didn’t last.

I know things didn’t go so well, I know things ended kind of bad.

I hope that when she thinks back on this part of her life, she won’t be too sad.

When I was twenty‑three, my soul‑mate Elaine and I crossed paths on the road of life.

Things were different now, I was different, she was different and I still had a wife.

Maybe someday we’ll meet again on that road from the past.

Maybe someday she’ll think back and wonder why a love so deep couldn’t last.

When I was thirty‑three, I met Deborah, wife number two.

It seemed like this time I had found a love that was true.

At first, we were so glad, but now it seems like we’re always so mad.

Maybe someday after I’m gone, she’ll think back about the good times and not the bad.

There have been many women that I’ve known over the years in my life.

There was family, those that were my friends, I had lovers and some were my wife.

There were those that I knew for many years, and some for just a little while.

 From time to time maybe they will think back of me and smile.

STANLEY HENDRIX
12/21/08

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