Monday, 23 of October of 2017

39 Years

Some days she doesn’t recall her own name
Some days she acts like we’d never met
Some days are good but most are the same
But after 39 years I will not forget

Some friends offer to go to the store
Some friends ask me how much I regret
Some friends they don’t come around anymore
But after 39 years I will not forget

Will you come for a walk, oh my darling
Will you come for a walk ’round the neighborhood
Will you come for a walk, she is calling
Will you come for a walk, it’ll do me good
One step after another
One foot after the other
So much to remember
So much not understood
In my dreams I remember
Everything I should

Some nights I hear her say I am to blame
Some nights I wake in a cold acid sweat
Some nights I wonder if God is ashamed
But after 39 years I will not forget.

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