Squeeze Play
Squeeze Play
The sun and the moon.
They play their tune.
As we dance along.
Thinking we know the song.
But the rhythm changes.
As the days estrange us.
We try to keep time.
With what's left to rhyme.
Our senses pay expenses.
With heart felt defenses.
Not knowing the cost.
Of what's left and what's lost.
Hope and faith get's misconstrued.
When good intentions become crude.
And we are left with nothing to say.
As life works out it's last squeeze play.
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