Touch Me Lost Love
now
and then
better yet,
once in a while
it's now or never;
a will oer the wisp thing
here today,gone tomorrow
as with yesterday's newspaper
buried deep into today's troubles
My friend,today will soon be tomorrow
if you stop crying into today's beer,
lift your head,see the wood from the trees,
a rolling ball gathers no moss,
stop crying over split milk;
and look at it this way,
you know it makes sense,
get a grip lad;
forgive her,
forget
her
Brian Strand
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2011
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