Thursday, April 22

one-hundred and two


I drink a coffee every morning,
Comes from a place far away
And when I'm done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say
I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
What is closer to the truth
That if I lived till I was one-hundred and two,
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
I'm no longer moved to drink strong whiskey
Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew
That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
Your face it dances and it haunts me
Your laughter's still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here,
Even after all these years
But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner
Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
Even though I may soon feel the touch of love
If I lived till I was one-hundred and two,
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

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