I was the vagabond tramp

The writer the poet the actor

The dreamer

 But I was not your future

With dust from so many journeys beneath by boots

And you the princes

With golden roots

It was you  whirling through that smokey place

where you were never meant to be

And it’s you on this day

Whose face I see

Though the years have passed

You still bring memories back to me

 I no longer live

With the Bob Cat

And the bear

And you no longer

whirl in that smokey air

You’re older now and so am I

 But I haven’t changed all the much

I’m still the poet dreamer

Still swinging at windmills

And lost in causes both great and small

But today I wish you happy birthday

Most of all


Through many miles and many years

I have not seen you face

Your voice on the phone

Takes me to another time and place

When I was young

And you were younger

My memories are wrapped in satin and lace

To wish you Happy Birthday

 Dear Lady of grace…

© 2012, Dan Sanders. All rights reserved.

Dan Sanders (34 Posts)

I made it through college, started at Pace in New York, family seemed to think I needed a business degree. I didn't last long, two double periods of accounting a week and I was off to N.Y. U. To make a long story short ( too late for that) I graduated from UCLA and actually, my biggest kick out of that is just saying, especially here on the east coast UCLA, but I could care less, been in Boston since 1975, though I was coming for a year or so. A very good friend at the time, she said to me "Dan you'll never leave Boston" so dear Florida “Sun Spot Baby" you're down there, been in and out of radio, TV, acting and that's me in a nut shell.


  1. Dan,

    Loved this poem!

    This is an experience and a memory that any guy who has been the least bit fortunate can fondly relate to.



  2. Dan Sanders (Author)

    Thank you, I had hoped that one be at least one of the feeling that would come through. And indeed I was fortunate, dusty boots and all :-)

  3. And once again, you reach straight to the heart with this poem, Dan. The wonderful thing about memories is that no one can take them away. May all your memories be as beautiful as this poem.

  4. Dan Sanders (Author)


    You always make me happy I’ve created something

  5. tolbert

    Good stuff Dan! And I was so relieved to know I am not the only one ‘swinging at windmills’ Luckily those windmills in Golden Gate Park in San Francisco were broken most of the time anyway so they didn’t need my wild swings into the wind. Really enjoyed this Dan.

  6. Dan Sanders (Author)

    Golden Gate Park I know the area, spent a short time in San Fransisco in the late 60’s I imagine it’s changed a little :-)

  7. For everything there is a season… smiles. Nice bit of nostalgia here Dan. Bravo

  8. Dan Sanders (Author)

    Hank you Dani,very much

  9. Dan Sanders (Author)

    Lets try that again with all letters Thank you Dani, I have no idea who Hank is :-)

  10. Anya

    This was very sweet, very lovely. :)

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