Terri Lee and Me?
Written by Chris Scott Fieselman
Why Me and Terri Lee from Tennessee?
Let me explain it poetically…
I’ve seen my fair share of loneliness,
And Lord knows, so has she.
I guess that’s why it was finally,
A chance meeting that was meant to be.
After twenty five plus years of marriage ending up,
A Homeless Divorcee.
Doing her laundry at “Ken and Carroll’s,”
Never expecting me.
There was something about,
Her being so lonely that only I could see.
A woman with so much,
Un-noticed Potential and Possibility.
Abandoned and left stranded,
Ending up where she landed,
Taking care of necessity.
Fighting a good fight and doing what’s right,
Content but definitely not happy.
Kind of Old Fashion, hiding her passion,
Taking care of herself.
She’d been through the worst,
You could tell she was hurting,
But wasn’t ‘bout to trust somebody else.
She knew enough about being in Love,
And she learned her lessons well.
That’s how it began, I knew there and then,
We needed each other’s help.
Why Me and Terri Lee from Tennessee?
Some things are just meant to be…
What do you consider to be your treasure?
What’s your pleasure?
What does it take to Create?
A Piece of History that Lasts Forever?
I’m part of Music’s Universe,
Because I write the words.
A heart that chooses to scribble the verses,
Of songs that have yet to be heard.
It doesn’t really matter if it doesn’t work,
What it cost or how much it hurt.
You take the good with the bad,
And you keep on smiling,
Knowing it can always get worse.
How much is all that worth?
You choose to lose your mind, just trying to find,
Something worth remembering to leave behind.
It’s just another mountain that has yet to be climbed,
When it makes perfect sense,
Penned with Rhythm and Rhyme.
But that my friend takes so much time,
To become “A Grand Champion”
At “What’s My Line?”
Well, who am I? To give sight to the blind?
Instead of being selfish, teach them to be kind.
Some people need… To be reminded…
In just the right place and at just the right time,
And the something they remember,
In the back of their mind,
May be something that I said,
That I left behind…
Teach them to reach them in Music City.
From a Long Island Songwriter.
In Nashville, Tennessee.
Together with his Precious Miss Terri Lee.
Writing Timely, Timeless Poetry.
Let’s bid a fond farewell to 2023,
And let’s expect a whole lot more,
In store for, 2024.
Hold On… It’s “Just Another Door”
Just Another Door
Written by Chris Scott Fieselman
A mountain from a mole-hill,
When it’s not as bad as that.
Just letting go of the things you know,
You never will get back.
Make a mistake when you make a turn,
We’ve all been there before.
You can’t go back,
When the bridge is burned,
But it’s Just Another Door.
Hold… On… It’s Just Another Door.
Just another something that,
You ain’t seen before.
Ho-old On-on-on…
You’ll see this too shall pass.
Nothing ever lasts.
On that you can be sure,
And it’s Just Another Door.
Sometimes things just happen,
That are out of your control.
Life has its share of surprises,
And its bumps along the road.
Every day’s a brand new place,
That’s yet to be explored.
Your date with destiny is waiting,
It’s just another door.
Hold… On… It’s Just Another Door.
Just another something that,
You ain’t seen before.
Ho-old On-on-on…
You’ll see this too shall pass.
Nothing ever lasts.
On that you can be sure,
And it’s Just Another Door.
No one knows what the future holds?
What tomorrow has in store?
It’s not the end,
Of the world my friend.
It’s Just Another Door.
That and nothing more…
Hold… On… It’s Just Another Door.
Just another something that,
You ain’t seen before.
Ho-old On-on-on…
You’ll see this too shall pass.
Nothing ever lasts.
On that you can be sure,
And it’s Just Another Door.