At scroll’s end

an evening on the stairs,

mused by scented candles,

rekindling your melodic flairs,

aghast at comical love handles,

gazes with Grant’s doubts,

legs failing graceful trots,

half-witted half-filled pouts,

nothing more than clots,

still pulling through hell,

there’s no stopping here,

as tolls a loud little bell,

so, bring a beer to cheer,

let’s hear floyd’s story,

lost souls and fish bowls,

let’s feel back the glory,

twist of fate with holes,

sing of dogs and bones,

immaculate conceptions,

miracles, eyes set in stones,

ironic times and deceptions, 

a moment of a stolen kiss,

the calm before a storm,

but then it’s such a bliss,

all about the feel so warm,

a smirk, a grin and a smile,

come on home turn me on,

it sure has been a long while,

let’s not leave this forlorn,

let’s go hitchin’ a ride,

living easy, living free,

let’s just let it all slide,

come back to life with glee,

let’s paint the town red,

a quickstep or rocking a roll,

rejuvenate and re-tread,

let’s just pause the scroll!!!