Saturday 2 June 2018

Fifty Four

She hails what passes by, laughs and hums a tune, says it's stupid to lie, she keeps a cheerful home, beats away the blues, always on the go, her life starts to fry, searching for what's new, some waste all their lives, others touch the stones, kid themselves who's who, what they'd known before, forget the bitter times, all the cool untruths, bars, rain, days of tides, dreams she can postpone, always glad to see you, happy that you phoned, whoever owns the night, or the wind hushed dunes, makes you wonder why, you act like you do.

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