I love Johnny Mathis.
Seemingly every year
PBS drags out a special
About Johnny Mathis
And I get weak in the
Knees hearing his
Velvety sounds. I am
Escorted back to high
School and first loves
And, even without two
Glasses of wine in the
Evening, I start to cry
As I hear “Wonderful,
Wonderful,” and then
I sigh until I think of
My fiftieth high school
Reunion where I saw
Reality for itself and
I knew Johnny Mathis
Would never have
Shown up.