Setting it right
It’s an older tale than I can tell
As far back as winter
And knowing it will come
I’ve just spent another day in the sun
Burning my shoulders
And wrecking my hands
That will carry the scars and scales I’ve made today
Through the first winds of late September
It’s a race of faith
But a scanty faith it is
As solid as memory
3 Comments:
Thanks C ... Don't know if I can make it -would have to find a babysitter for HH. Will keep it in mind and thanks for thinking of me.
Best,
Richard
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