I Remember
In my time of need as a young man
I sat in the pew staring
just staring at the stained glass windows
Jesus was talking to Mary
and I found some comfort there
speaking to me more than any sermon
love was a stranger always peering from the shadows
now and again she was more than words
but words change with each passing day
It is said the good die young but I feel old
for the sun has set but there will be a sunrise
keeps me stumbling towards that finish line
or maybe another beginning...
for nothing remains the same
Frank Black Blacharczyk
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