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Remember?
As I stood shivering on a cold street corner
(Because the devil will collect his due).
A memory visited from warmer days
(These days they often do).
I remembered a guy; a smooth young fellow,
Whose sky was always blue.
And I wondered whatever became of him
(He’d said he’d make dreams come true).
Then I spotted an old acquaintance of mine
Who used to run with the neighborhood crew.
He looked like life had wrung him out
(Truth be told, that’s how I looked, too).
So I yelled, “Hey, man! You remember that guy?
Do you remember how high he flew?"
He looked at me with a tear in his eye
And said, “Homey, that guy… was you.”
(Because the devil will collect his due).
A memory visited from warmer days
(These days they often do).
I remembered a guy; a smooth young fellow,
Whose sky was always blue.
And I wondered whatever became of him
(He’d said he’d make dreams come true).
Then I spotted an old acquaintance of mine
Who used to run with the neighborhood crew.
He looked like life had wrung him out
(Truth be told, that’s how I looked, too).
So I yelled, “Hey, man! You remember that guy?
Do you remember how high he flew?"
He looked at me with a tear in his eye
And said, “Homey, that guy… was you.”
Published 11th Dec 2015
| Edited 20th Oct 2017
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11th Dec 2015 7:09pm
Oh damn, what lyrical flow and bam ending.
You rock!
It's sad when you see an old friend from the neighborhood and find they didn't turn out so good.
You rock!
It's sad when you see an old friend from the neighborhood and find they didn't turn out so good.
11th Dec 2015 10:26pm
12th Dec 2015 5:14pm
14th Dec 2015 3:44pm
5th Jan 2016 3:27am
There's no nightmare worse than revisiting old dreams. This one packs a whollop.
