The Moment
There’s a magic to the moment when
you’re alone at night and a song drifts in,
playing soft and sweet
in the still of the midnight air.
Then whatever the day dealt fades away,
and you just let go of the things they say
as the music takes you in
through a lonely stare.
They say that the best things in life are free
and at times like this, yeah I must agree.
Makes me wish somehow
I could just stay in this space.
For life is nothing but ups and downs
so tonight, I’ll just enjoy the sound
for tomorrow…
I guess it’s back to the old rat race.
Copyright © Jeff Bresee | Year Posted 2024
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