On my death bed I will never regret the time I spent in Paris.
5/2/2019
If I wasn’t in the slammer
You’d find me
At a café in Paris
Café au lait and a book
I’m either reading or writing
Smoking like a chimney
As the Parisians do
Befriending expats and students
In my favorite hostel
Or a two star hotel
Where the stars don’t mean anything
Live jazz and weekends in Amsterdam
Monte Matre and Notre Damn
Timeless style
A watch from the jewellers
On Rue Di Rivoli
Light smokes with my zippo
As I zip down town
To the markets to cook
Authentic Parisian fare
Let’s not forget the crepes
And the hot chocolate in winter
Oh yes, there’s places I’d rather be
That I may never see again
But through all the madness
The punk rock and the jail
I’m proud of my love affair
With the great city of Paris
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I’ve been lucky enough to visit Paris a few times and love everything about it. The line about the two star hotel is inspired by the band ‘Minus The Bear’ who I also love everything about.
Unfortunately I may never be able to travel France ever again but one thing’s for sure: on my death bed I will never regret the time I spent in Paris.
Christo, I have been to Paris once, briefly, and a long time ago. Your poem brought back memories.
Thank you. Cheryl
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Ah it’s such an amazing city, if, if I could be anywhere in the world it would be there. Glad it brought back some good memories.
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If you have time, it would be nice to see more of your work on the blog. Commenting on others’ posts will bring traffic to your site if that is what you want.
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Thanks Cheryl, I try to take an interest in other people’s work and seem to get a lot of one line responses. I’d love more followers but really I just do it for the love of it and for the catharsis of writing.
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I can relate to that, Chris. At this point, I am feeling a little overwhelmed by the volume of emails. I am trying to focus on writing and communicating with those with a similar focus. Best, Cheryl
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