Wanted (wanted)

Someday we will be a hundred and little
more than a novelty, an annoyance
to those around us, jabbering on

about days when we use to lift
ourselves from a hormones
haze, out of our rough life

when we were beautiful

and the music moved us
to drive to our lovers side
and chance promising a lie.

Someday we will pass, united
finally with our hot young selves,
our summer loves, and our harmonies.



A day is not done, until it's filled with words.

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