the words
so faint now
at three am
with a glass
or three
of Jameson
to add to the haze
that is memory
here there
somewhere
a voice fades
in out
and time
that old bandit
robs me
once again
of the words
the words
so faint now
at three am
with a glass
or three
of Jameson
to add to the haze
that is memory
here there
somewhere
a voice fades
in out
and time
that old bandit
robs me
once again
of the words
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I can totally relate to this… Well written
Thank you, Maureen.
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Thank you for reblogging this poem, Douglas.
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Yes!
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Lovely wordings,dear!!
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Wonderful!
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