Friday, December 26, 2008

Just a wish for an old penny

Do you remember he whispers softly
So no one can hear
Only the ghost of a memory that’s seemingly near
Do you remember that rusty old half a crown
We found when I was bending in pain
It’s not much
It’s a loaf of bread
Glass of wine
It was saving our day
Making everything fine
I remember you saying
It’s as if it where yesterday
But I remember it well
It was just me and you
And I remember
When hunger had struck at our very core
Being together we weren’t very sure
Both with holes in our shoes
And the wandering blues
Just another day
Us showing age and getting so weary
But I remember it well he whispers so softly
For the ghosts in his mind
Yet still life wasn’t that bad in those days.

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