Ever receding, certain years seem to call me
their music pulls my memories out
and I wonder at the spans I see
between me, now and then.
I wasn't crazier, just more naive then.
Imagination has few bounds
when you know nothing of the way.
The years churn behind me now as I enter the rapids
and blind faith grows ever more poignant
when I hear them on the radio.
gallagher
14 september 76
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —