Sleepy Old Town

By Bruce Clifford

I put the lyrics in a box.
Long ago rested in time.
Often counting her bonds and stocks.
Left with nothing other than trying to survive.

She’s been counting her twilight and beans.
Forever searching, always in need.

I put those memories aside.
Long ago with the loss of pride.
He kicked her hard while she was down.
Breaking her soul in a sleepy old town.

Now she’s high jacking her cosmic ways.
Forever dreaming, always betrayed.

She put a pair of her shoes on the side.
I found them once when it was late at night.
She fought so hard not to make a sound.
Creating spaces in a sleepy old town.

I put a memory in a box.
Long ago frozen in time.
Often counting her scars and space.
Left with a dream of saving grace.

©1/13/2025 Bruce Clifford

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