Fallen Down
fall end down
some, someone that can’t find me when I’m lost
and all the pieces I picked up
that everyone behind me forgot
and the small of me
is somewhere well beyond me
caught up
If we get to get to that again
Well we get to do that
The days move faster
And the knees
Get to be bruised
Under the jeans
Copyright © Gerry Mattia | Year Posted 2009
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