like you i listen to the same songs
the same song unendingly
even the same time of day
making all others listen too
it might be peggy lee
or simon & garfunkle
we're on the couch
with a horde of newspapers
it here it comes
just like remembering
the same event at the reunion
wedding or office
the dropping the same tired old pun
with the familiar worn out
windup
like you i do the same thing
but why does it have to be so
because i wouldn't ever be like you
i swore i wouldn't traveled crossed states and
took on relationships jobs cities to prove otherwise
but here i am sometimes actually looking forwards
to three pm and hey jude or the boxer
after we have read the irish sport pages
3 comments:
Nostalgic moments, grist for poetic mills.
Nostalgic moments, grist for poetic mills.
I know what you mean!
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