Tuesday, March 03, 2009

GOOD TIMES PAIN

Tired of looking for it
a song that no longer exists

you heard it played twice
in one lifetime already

and it took all this time
to see it as compassion

the moments you would relive
everyone thirty years ago

to have one more chance
with that melody those words

the suitcase in your hand
packed because it has to be

count your blessings again
and stand quiet on the corner

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2 Comments:

Blogger MsAPhillips said...

D (D-A) G (Bm-A)






The version he said is the best:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BHRFZFmEq9o

8:48 AM  
Blogger Pearl said...

wow. love that poem.

nice sound of song too.

10:20 AM  

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