It’s sort of old
this shared life ~ your
blue-eyed smiling
song of how you
came to know it’s
sort of me and
sort of you…
It’s sort of old
how years enfold
and sort of new
how grand ones come
~add harmony.
It’s sort of new
how your silence
shelters her ~ it’s
sort of old how
they don’t let go
ever ~ never.
