Waiting For You To Write The Music

And he wished

just once too often …

always failing

in refrain

 

That the times

would now absolve him

for a past

he hid in shame

 

And he wished

one final pleading …

an attempt

to bend the reed

 

To a future

unforgiving

where his hopes and dreams

— still bleed 

 

(Sausalito: June, 1984)

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