Push against the wind,
The wild flowers,
The rains,
The sea, the sun,
And all those who get in the way
Stare down the barrel of a gun,
And smile wide,
Just like you would do for the camera
This is all that’s left, my friend
The good times,
Jumped ship,
And I’m thinking,
You should, too
But make sure to go out with a bang
Make sure they remember you
Who cares if they ever knew your name
But make sure your face,
Is forever seared onto their brains
Stick to it,
Like dog shit to a shoe
Make it good,
Make it count
Then go and count your blessing,
Lick your wounds,
And cry to all the nameless faces,
You stored away,
And hoped would stay locked up,
For all of time,
For good.
© Dicky J Loweman 2015
Wow! I read this one three time and still say, “Wow.” Thank you.
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Thanks so much for you comment and I’m so pleased you liked it!
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This is phenomenal, and reminds me one of mine…I’ll send it to you.
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