The songs I sung
when I was young
mean nothing to me now.
They gave the day
a great escape,
I’ve gone
and locked it out.
I’ve passed on
that old one
that held emotions down.
The greatest trick
I ever pulled,
was making you believe
that I would need
another way to go.
It’s been a while
and I still remember
your crooked smile.
Black tooth grin,
soak it in;
the whiskey and the vial.
We tossed ‘em back,
but I lost track
and I can’t recall.
Death comes easy
in the Summer time,
but harder in the Fall.
This old rock,
still rolls.
This old pain
still holds.
This old man,
he don’t know;
how we gave away the day.
I remember being young,
with my lips around that gun,
that needle in my arm,
the life we lived so far.
How did I survive
and you were laid down low?
this is why
I never try
to remember;
why I don’t,
beg the raven for his quote.
HG – 2016
