Unexpected memory of a corridor
Voices roaring down the hall
A birthday held when I was four

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Not for me, for the jolly good fellow.
An old man’s song if ever bellowed.
On a night that feels both mad and mellow.

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I mused a moment, child’s mind,
Who were his friends there by his side?
They loved him then and so did I.

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Lucky were the men back then,
To know my grandad as a friend,
Someone on which they could depend.

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I wonder if he would be proud
If he had lived to see me now.
The singing voices growing loud…

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He blew the candles on the cake
One day he lay and would not wake
Now floating down a gentle lake.

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Nothing in this world will last
Our candles burn into the past
And shadow we no longer cast.

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Unexpected memory…

Some people long for blooming darkness
velvet blackness where the lonely seek
cover with the eyes of a discarded doll
even as spirits commune
to hear each teardrop
as it falls

Some people long for endless accolades
syrupy sweetness encased in lyrics that lie
to invent personas which claim there is more
than meets the eye
even as spirits commune
to compose writings that
speak the truth

Some people long for a day that is enough
a long ride home just to enjoy the view
a walk in the sunshine to celebrate sacred earth
refusing to move from pillar to post without intention
recusing the dictates of societal norms
to linger on moments that matter
even as spirits commune
to sing songs
of joy

photo: mine
prompts: Go Dog Go Cafe, The Sunday Whirl, Lyric Ideas, #DarkLines