What is it about some days?
that I feel the tears just behind my eyes
and warmth reminds me of youth…
Today seems just like one of those grown up traps
we plant for ourselves.
Money requires money, knowledge needs more knowledge
security implies its possible loss
and age catches what the others miss
and, still, we play on…half asleep, half aware.
I’ve given up wondering what I want
when I get it, its wrong
and when I don’t, its impossible.
01-07-80
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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