I knew a man
Made a sparrow stew for his clan.
A mattress on the floor
For three sixty-five and maybe more.
A temporary widow who's heart never knew.
A story never talked about until a cousin grew.
Swing-that-beat, roll up your sleeves
Throw some pops on the floor and lets dance
Ella Fitzgerald said, it don't mean thing
(If it don't got that swing).
A jitter bug or two and they knew they had a chance
Taken over by nostalgia
Child grows quickly
Presence of an absent father
Letters home read
Of a time when romance bloomed
Call-to-arms and it changed
With adventure in there future, it was a gas.
Child-at-foot, she longs
For her man to return, from the fray.
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