Pete And Gladys Poem by Raymond Jimison

Pete and Gladys were a sight to see.
In their raccoon coats...the bee's knees.
She danced the black bottom, he played trombone.
They were meant for each other, how their light shone.

Pete and Gladys, Gladys and Pete.
Two young lovers in a rumble seat.

He fought the Kaiser in that Great War.
Life began when he stepped through her door.
Married they were and babies there'd be.
Their love was afire, it was plain to see.

They clung to each other, through the hard times.
The kids were growin' and made their eyes shine.
The people in town were so happy to see
what a wonderful family they had come to be.

Pete and Gladys, Gladys and Pete.
Two young lovers in a rumble seat.

It was Christmas eve, the lights all aglow.
A beautiful night, just beginning to snow.
The kids all in bed, tossing, you know.
Dreaming of toys and boxes and bows.

They say he died quick on that slick mountain road.
A car and a truck, with nowhere to go.
Sirens were screaming in a rush of despair.
The preacher told Gladys, life just ain't fair.

She buried him deep, but their love stayed alive.
Nothing had changed, he was still by her side.
She never re-married, said Pete was the one.
And not til I join him will it be over and done.

Pete and Gladys, Gladys and Pete.
Two young lovers in a rumble seat.