159th

By Bruce Clifford

I’m not the smartest man in the room.
What I’ve got is more than what most have in tune.
What we’re not are the echoes of long-lost days.
What we’ve got could never fade away.

Never fade away.
Never leave.
Never dissipate.
Never disbelieve.

I’m the one who can think on his feet.
What’s in our minds every time that we meet?
All that’s gone wrong is something living so deep.
Standing tall in the shadows of the street.

It never faded away.

Never fade away.
Never leave.
Never dissipate.
Never disbelieve.

I’m not the smartest man in the world.
What I’ve got is this memory of a girl.
What we’re not are the painful trapped in time.
What we’ve got could never be defined.
159th
159th

©5/2/2024 Bruce Clifford

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