As Funny As We Are

It seemed funny,

and somewhat strange

to think about the past.

 

So I thought about the future.

I thought about hope

and trying catching its warmth before it blew by.

Cause I was smart enough to know

that hope comes and goes

with or without your glance.

 

But I thought again about a rose,

and all that it meant,

till it wilted,

and its dried petals peeled in the warm breeze.

Makes perfect sense now.

 

But it’s all just past now.

 

But God,

did I love that rose when I did.

Seems just like yesterday

as funny as that is.

 

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