When you can’t work out why, when things aren’t wrong, they’re just not right and you bark at the moon , being so far away When the reflection isn’t you, just an older, faded shadow and the eyes staring back, weary, another day of hindsight not the same as looking forward fresh, sharp as a hound Could I just drown those sorrows without the calories, today or the guilt, tomorrow breaking that resolution try, be a better bitch? Maybe, be kind to this for a change? instead of feeling life just creeping past, on its belly, jaded bone after bone A body that grows now every place it shouldn’t betrays intent , to slip a tail that wags because it can, then couldn’t Tried natural remedies the playing fields, as young as the dog you feel? want to be wanted, but, when off they trot, as always do the empty space returns , hollow, with a vengeance So remember, new life, young life, the cute puppy face is just for Christmas, and, maybe birthday cards. Old is for Easter.
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