Tough

Tough

A Poem by saratogaparty
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Playing hot potato with a burning Joint was the past. Bloody-eyed and Broken, we were fooled. Now you walk Brave and I talk brave and you’d hardly Recognize us anymore. You’ve dyed your hair I’ve

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Playing hot potato with a burning 

Joint was the past. Bloody-eyed and

Broken, we were fooled.

Now you walk

Brave and I talk brave and you’d hardly

Recognize us anymore. You’ve dyed your hair

I’ve dyed my pride and we walk together until we

Fall victims to our

Eyelids.

 

It’s Sunday and the music keeps us 

Tough. Gliding above parking lots 

On a two-laned road

 with windy

Intentions. Uncle Sam's waving 

To the crowd, having become nothing

But America’s inflatable used car

Salesman.

 

But you’re still here singing in my ear

Like you always do and I hope to never

Hear the sound of silence ringing

Around this place.

Our lungs are mighty and we’ll make you

Listen. I’ve got a heart full of beer and bad

Intentions.

© 2013 saratogaparty


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I'll drink to that!
Here's some cheers
to to the clinking glass
of better next years.

Posted 7 Years Ago


I love the last line. Great write Saratoga

Posted 8 Years Ago



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