My grip tightens to stop her from leaving
But she still slipped away
And the only thing to stop the grieving
Was an old record I had on display
The copyright read 1976
Coincidentally the same year she was born
In a crowded room, I was the one she picked
Though my flannel was tattered, and jeans, a little too worn
The needle drops as the record starts to spin
Taking me back almost 10 years
Rewinding the end to where we began
Before the heartache, split and tears
Rock and Roll was there when she was not
Keeping me company in times of loneliness
Best lessons are those hardest taught
Her scent and smile, I can only miss
The third song starts and I tap my foot
Song unheard since our wedding day
She wanted me to dance, but I stayed put
Maybe if I had, she would've stayed
So as time goes on, hear me now
Don't let the small things become too small
If you're not all the way in, you're out
Then the only company you'll have, is the record on the wall.
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Thank you all for your feedback. I wrote it this morning at work...lol.
Probably should be working...
"Don't let the small things become too small
If you're not all the way in, you're out"
This tells all.
Very well penned.
Thank you.
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