The Bloodline

By Bruce Clifford

The bloodline is gone
Everyone’s at rest
Tomorrow arrives
Each and every test
Rest rest rest

The bloodline has faded
Chemical rage
I’ll wake up and see you there
At the County Fare
Rest rest rest

It’s not about what we are today
It’s doing without all the charms of yesterday
They go away

The bloodline is gone
And so is the rave
We move to live on
They rest in their graves

The bloodline has left
It’s remembered by the few
It was never a test
It was all that we knew

©7/16/16 Bruce Clifford

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