Just A Memory

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By BUBBA

As the snow falls starts coming down With the lights from steady cars The mitten all frozen to the ground The life he knew is as close as the lonely stars The man just lays against that darkend wall Back behind the trash Trying to absorb the building warmth Watching his cigarette turn to ash He stares across the street Where others are laying too They don’t know where to go They don’t know what to do Their lives being turned by the financial lack Their stock has come and gone The houses they had the bank took back All they say is this is wrong The cold night turns to day And people start to come It is time for him to beg away To see if he could make some The brightest time is when the shelter starts The doors open wide The racing of their hearts For this is when they have to suck up their pride If they’re lucky they can get a bed To sleep till morning light The man remembers what a deer friend said Remember your happy memories…they’ll take you through the night And so all that he ever knows The life he had was history For until those stocks he has can grow His life is just a memory.

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