Late Show


Late Show

the walking wounded wander
in a midnight masquerade
seeking years of missing memories
and the dues that go unpaid
wishing life had steered them better
when the road split long ago
as they struggle with their luggage
in another late, late show

I stumbled on your picture
with your eyes so warm and bright
where I loved to gaze for hours
with your arms around me tight
I was young and on a mission
treating life as day to day
you were looking for tomorrow
as I let you slip away

now, life’s the patient teacher
as we choose our lessons well
and I took the inner journey
and I rode the carousel
and, although I want for nothing
I still have a wish or two
like a “late show” happy ending
that I’d love to share with you

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