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The Other Side of Years. . . I remember when I stood. . . on the other side of years I too, did not understand. . . another's heartache and their fears I hear the words you're saying now. . . as if I'm talking once again Like an old, worn out record. . . but this time it's much too plain These words have been said before. . . the only change; whom their addressing Reminders of what I once said. . . they almost sound like I'm confessing I never thought in my all my days. . . those words would be back, to haunt Now they are here, and they don't help. . . all they do is hurt and taunt You tell me to take better care. . . and everything will be just fine But, I now know, that is not true. . . I know for I've rehearsed that line You can't help but believe the words. . . the same ones I now realize Are but a solace and a salve. . . for the heart and for the eyes Your heart doesn't want to know. . . what the spirit is trying to say Your eyes do not want to see. . . what the years are eroding away You don't know what else to do. . . and in your utter desperation, As denial of your pain. . . you search for words of consolation You're only trying to stop the clock. . . somehow turn back the hands of time But they are moving much too fast. . . you can't prevent that last, loud chime I can see and hear your fear. . . your struggle with this mountain I know you would, if you could. . . bring back my youthful fountain So, I will listen to your words. . . try not to let you see my tears For it's only a matter of time. . . before, one day, time ends my years © 5-2-2000 by Donna Friedrichs |
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