Sophia And The Djembefola

Look at this storyteller 


He bends it like Uri Geller
Kills it like Peter Seller


Owns it like Rockefeller


Now check that entertainer
Before she’d “Catcha Later”
A trainer in a trailer ain’t no traitor
Stronger everyday like Gloria Gaynor

Both lived a double life
Chasing the high off the nightlife
Numbing the pain, numbing the strife
 Both knew it was a nonlife

Then one day their souls met up
Her kindness filled his broken cup

While he became her guardian pup
A love story never to breakup

Now he can drum their story
With all the shame and glory 

Overcoming all the odds
Shining brightly like the gods

That’s how union breeds liberation
That’s how The Greats build a nation 

With love as its fuel
As the rule as the school 
A tool for the wise as a tool for the fool
More loving in the streets makes our life cool

With love comes understanding
Compassion, empathy, hugs and lotta hold-handing

Now the couple in-style has a little girl named Sunshine
Gifted with a smile that makes their souls intertwine


A reminder from up the line that true Love is divine
A state of being for each to find and define
Over a celestial prime meal and proverbial fine wine

We can almost hear him say before they dine at nine:

My Love is yours, Sophia, and your Love in mine

“Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these.”

― T. S. Eliot

*Dedicated to young daddy drummer and his little baby girl

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