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Hazy and Dull

Will I ever find

A place in which to stay

Where peace can be her name

And sanctuary our play

With no one left to love

And friends that fade away

I need a little secret

In which to hide my destiny

After all these many years

You’d think I’d learned the game

Overcame a young man’s shame

Played it all the youthful way

Traveled all those roads as my hair turned gray

I know their many names

Boulevards of fear alleyways of doubt

Simply one way plagues littered by streetlights

Hazy and dull against the sound of a jazz saxophone

That echoes out in a feigned resistance from the corner bar

Yet those old souls know better than most

That the smoke never clears

And hangovers forever rage

With the reality of floorboards cold against the morning.

Will I ever find

A place in which to stay

Where peace can be her name

And sanctuary our play

Rolling with love

In a field of golden waves

Somewhere far away

Take me.

 

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keith jeffries

Sun 12th Mar 2017 15:34

Thank you for reading ´A Bibulous Few ¨

I like Hazy & Dull, quite possibly because I can relate to it. I also generally like your style. Thanks. Keith

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