Operator, number please. It's been so many years. Will she remember my old voice while I fight the tears?
Hello, hello there. Is this Martha? This is old Tom Frost. I am calling long distance. Don't worry about the cost.
It's been 40 years or more now. Martha, please recall. Meet me out for coffee and we can talk about it all.
Those were the days of roses. Poetry and prose and Martha. All I had was you and all you had was me. There was no tomorrows. We packed away our sorrows and we saved them for a rainy day.
I feel so much older now and you're much older too. How's the husband? How's your kids? You know I got married too.
Lucky that you found someone to make you feel secure. Cause we were all so young and foolish and now we are mature.
Those were the days of roses. Poetry and prose and Martha. All I had was you and all you had was me. There was no tomorrows. We packed away our sorrows and we saved them for a rainy day.
I was always so impulsive and I guess that I still am. And all that really mattered then was that I was a man. I guess that our being together was never meant to be.
And Martha, Martha, I love you can't you see?
Those were the days of roses. Poetry and prose and Martha. All I had was you and all you had was me. There was no tomorrows. We packed away our sorrows and we saved them for a rainy day.
I remember quiet evenings, trembling close to you.