Just hold on a minute

Would you please take the time

I have a little message

About something that's on my mind

It's not a criticism

For heaven knows it true

I could never be the one

To find a fault in you

It's just a little message

I'd like to get across

Put in the simple vernacular

Girl you are The Boss

But if that language strains you

And it leaves you at a loss

Here's a simple definition

Of what I mean by Boss

Combine all the lovely colors

Of a day in May

Mix in the warming sunshine

Of a summer's day

Now add the twinkling starlight

Of a clear cool autumn sky

And the freshness of the first flake of snow

As it gently tumbles by

The beauty of the seasons

Is hardly much it's true

When compared to all the beauty

That I see in you

So pardon my expression

I hope you won't be cross

But you're my definition

Of what is meant by boss!

© Charles Grimmett 2001  All Rights Reserved