Monday, August 27, 2012

down at the cafe
on the corner of the street
are people telling stories
tales of sad defeat

stories of defection
leaving home for good
everything is hopeless
they'd beat it if they could

headed for tomorrow
to the land of i don't care 
blown away by memories
of regret and pained despair

their hopes were dashed upon
the fickle spell of fate
all those happy moments gone
like the slamming of a gate

2001






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