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Robert Lindner
Feeling Groovy
“Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobblestones
Looking for fun and feeling groovy
Ba da-da da-da da-da, feeling groovy
Hello lamppost, what'cha knowing
I've come to watch your flowers growin'
Ain't you got no rhymes for me?
Doo-ait-n-doo-doo, feeling groovy
Ba da-da da-da da-da, feeling groovy
I got no deeds to do, no promises to keep
I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
Let the morningtime drop all its petals on me
Life, I love you, all is groovy.”
The 59th Street Bridge Song
By Simon and Garfunkel 1966
Feels like I’m moving fast.
Though I’ve got to make each morning last.
And I’ve got to make each
Moment that passes reach
For sunlight on the beach.
Or mountain and memories from my past.
Like crossing the bridge from
Queens to Central Park. That’s one way to come
To Manhattan. I was
There once, walking because
I was asked to fix flaws
In the City’s health laws. But that’s now some
Time ago. I’m groovy
Now, though I’m moving too fast, but I’ll be
Talking to lampposts and
Knowing they understand
The “Feelin’ groovy” land.
I’m in, “lookin’” for fun. That’s fun for me,
So I’m lookin’ for fun.
Of course, I know, I’m not the only one
Asking lampposts for rhymes,
Hoping that morning times
Have shoes for morning climbs
I’ll make when I wake and my sleeping’s done
One more time. One more day.
Kicking down cobblestones along the way
Across the bridge to
The park or someplace new
It’s morning time. I’ll do
And play where memories tell me to play.
In my groovy life that’s come
So far. And it’s gone through some joys and some
Hardships too. But I made
It through my life’s parade
Memories come, some fade
But I’m out today, taking the bridge from
Yesterday, enjoying
The view, enjoying the groove of growing
Flowers and a morning
With songs that I can sing.
“Lamppost, what’cha knowing?”
It’s me, still feeling groovy and kicking
Down the cobblestones in
The morning time, letting the day begin
With rising of the sun
With eyes looking for fun
Day after day. Here’s one
More morning time with that groovy feelin’
Of petals dropping from
Flowers like in all those times that have come
With that groovy feeling
Of time “what'cha knowing”
Just time, I’m borrowing.
But it’s my morning time and I know some
Day I won’t be feeling
So groovy. Since that’s not too appealing,
I’ll enjoy what I’ve got.
It may be cold or hot,
Still it’s mine till it’s not
My borrowed time. The days that I’m stealing
From the universe I’m
In. Where I’m trying to slow down, let time
Begin again each day
And take me on my way
Past cobblestones that lay
Where lampposts have a “Feelin’ Groovy” rhyme
For me. Just one will be
Enough to end the day with poetry,
Remembering a song
That’s been mine all along.
“Slow down,” you can’t go wrong
Singing, “Life, I love you, all is groovy.”
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