History

[Bunbury]

Sometimes I can still see you, though you're hard to recognise
Just a little boy who's running with the sunshine in his eyes
If I lie still in the silence I can hear your footsteps pass
As if the years that stand between us were no more than blades of grass.

I wish I could have caught you and gone with you as you ran
So you wouldn't have to be here when the boy became the man
To tell you: keep on running, boy, and I hope we'll never meet
Fly into the future with those wings upon your feet.

Is it better to have loved than never to have known the cost?
As I've learned through being a lover, there are loves that can't be lost
Now I'm looking back towards you through the history and the haze
Through the warm and loving darkness of my gold rush days

And I wish I could still be there now it's over, now it's gone
While the emptiness, the anger and the pain go on and on
Now the chemicals that fizzed and burned and told such wondrous lies
Have left me staggering in the darkness through the fireworks in my eyes.

Now I've got Jim Beam to kill the pain and lemonade to bring it back
And I've burned away a lifetime at three pound ten a pack
Stay young and live forever in your fuzzy, fleeting prime
Somewhere in your future you'll be old before your time.

[TrippinBTM]

This is simply spectacular, you, sir, are one hell of a poet.

[indian~summer]

its good
not typically the type of poetry i'm into
but i like it