The Three Faces Of Paris

I was once like Paris Hilton, I was young and wild and free,
My life was one long party filled with fun.
I was self-absorbed with inane thoughts concerning only me;
When one fling died, a new one had begun.

By the time that I reached forty, I was more like Paris, France:
A sophisticated man that oozed with charm.
A man who was synonymous with intrigue and romance,
But now I see with horror and alarm…

That I’m now like Paris, Texas, just a small dot on the map,
As this high-tech world has seemed to pass me by.
And the highlight of my day is my early-evening nap
And, laying there, I sometimes start to sigh…

Recalling days of Paris Hilton and the times of Paris, France
And all the different people that I’ve met
And realize that I’m about to dance my final dance
As the Paris, Texas sun begins to set.

Copyright 2008 - phil cerasoli