That was before all the decisions.
Before the car was packed and
you drove with such a pain in your
knee.
That was the last time I was
thin and my hair was not yet
pink.
Before I knew you were around
the corner. You were not yet
the last to set my mind reeling.
Tomorrow will see you wrapped
In the linen of your generation,
the symbol of a freed man.
Wallace Steven's predicted
you but I was not listening.
To be freed was not the point.
All that was before I saw the
exhaustion on my face.
Waylon Jennings here.
Full stop
Yet all my life foretold you.
The brave of you and the
blindness of my ever
singing anthem.
I leave you with s soft
flower
To
Wear
in your hair.
Caroline Shank
April of my discontent
4.20.2024
Apr 20, 2024
Apr 20, 2024 at 12:49 PM UTC
That was before all the decisions.
Before the car was packed and
you drove with such a pain in your
knee.
That was the last time I was
thin and my hair was not yet
pink.
Before I knew you were around
the corner. You were not yet
the last to set my mind reeling.
Tomorrow will see you wrapped
In the linen of your generation,
the symbol of a freed man.
Wallace Steven's predicted
you but I was not listening.
To be freed was not the point.
All that was before I saw the
exhaustion on my face.
Waylon Jennings here.
Full stop
Yet all my life foretold you.
The brave of you and the
blindness of my ever
singing anthem.
I leave you with s soft
flower
To
Wear
in your hair.
Caroline Shank
April of my discontent
4.20.2024
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