Clifford Grant

All the people

Hello old friend have we met before,

You seem familiar though I'm not sure,

Was it when we came down from above,

Or maybe there's a woman we both love.


Why turn away when I turn toward,

A single sound amid the applaud,

Among many we recognise few,

And face the faces we never knew.


Lets celebrate now in solemn review,

The chance of our spirits’ rendezvous,

Friend or no this familiar is nice,

Like the sunshine and clouds in paradise.


Has the moment so quickly passed,

Awakenings never seem to last,

Like swooping birds around a steeple,

We move along with all the people.


Clifford Grant

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