Dry Your Eyes

By Bruce Clifford 

Dry your eyes

Wipe your tears away

All these years

What can I say

I most go now

The stars await

Don’t cry for me

I can’t be late

Dry your eyes

Find your place

All these years

I don’t know my face

I must go now

The climate changed

Don’t feel bad for me

The tide is in range

Dry your eyes

Wipe your tears away

So many nights

Not enough days

©5/7/16 Bruce Clifford

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