#9

Cinderella

I remember, I fondly remember,

As I certainly should,

The “White Jesus” and your smile in the hall of Crestwood;

I remember, I shamefully remember,

Oh why did I choose,

To meet you at church wearing blazing white shoes?

I remember, I proudly remember,

No car was tougher,

Than the Cougar that swooped you with a loud broken muffler.

I remember, I vividly remember,

Holding your hand,

And praying you’d see me as your “Cinderella Man.”

I remember, I truly remember,

And still feel it, I do,

That I strive every day to be that man for you.