It’s Time
The tears I shed
alone in bed
things unsaid
in my head
dripping down
as I frown
bite back the gasp
of time
past
a memoir
a Renoir
a masterpiece
and you’re going
the tears continue flowing
the furrow
the sorrow
of the lonely tomorrow . . .
The tears I shed
alone in bed
things unsaid
in my head
dripping down
as I frown
bite back the gasp
of time
past
a memoir
a Renoir
a masterpiece
and you’re going
the tears continue flowing
the furrow
the sorrow
of the lonely tomorrow . . .