EPISODE · Nov 11, 2023 · 2 MIN
We’ll always last
from Poetry by Tim Windisch · host Tim Windisch
We’ll always last Leaves are few, mostly blowing; birds are flocking soon they’ll be going And another year of opportunities will be blanketed in white as it’s snowing Months go by, surroundings change, shuffle the furniture, and rearrange No matter the background when you’re not here the whole place seems strange Look up and down the street at the new faces, been here so long all that remain are traces Walk my dogs and greet neighbors, I see you in my mind as I bend down to tie my shoelaces This is where we should be holding hands, walking along laughing babe remember our plans? To see you drive up to the house would cause me to go down that street doing handstands You’re the glow from a nice warm fire, throwing off warmth and light You’re the arms that fulfill my desire, make me loose yet hold me tight You’re the ebb and the flow, you’re my tide, drink you in or go for a ride You’re my future and my past, you always come first and babe we’ll always last We’ll always last Babies cry and the pain just grows, forsaking your sanity eventually shows Close your eyes and picture a perfect day that comes and then never goes Money and evil share a room, seemingly pushing you closer to your doom But baby we’re not ready for the end, and we’re not heading for our tomb You’re the glow from a nice warm fire, throwing off warmth and light You’re the arms that fulfill my desire, make me loose yet hold me tight You’re the ebb and the flow, you’re my tide, drink you in or go for a ride You’re my future and my past, you always come first and babe we’ll always last We’ll always last Tim Windisch 11/11/2023
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