The Wandering Times
We could live through the hardest,
The time of our lives,
Then go out to bars
And give the best advice.
Maybe live to grow old,
Watch the times fly by.
Or see little of life,
And be young as we die.
No matter the cost
I will stay by your side.
This thing we call life,
Oh, try us, it might.
The times that we live in
They keep shooting us down.
It seems that they feel
They don’t want us around.
Copyright © Lena Marshburn | Year Posted 2015
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