Certainty.

When a certain kind of person

Turns a certain kind of age

And a certain kind of lover

Turns a certain kind of page

It’s a moment fraught with danger

And a certain kind of choice

An uncertain kind of strangeness

Or a certain stranger’s voice

Call it wisdom call it knowledge

It’s a question of degree

And a certain understanding

That what will be will be

So mark your book of learning

And join me at the edge

And maybe we will speak then

Of all that’s in our heads

One will strike the flame there

And one will set the fire

In its ashes there are memories

But in its warmth there is desire

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One Response to Certainty.

  1. Pete says:

    And at a Christmas market

    Around the corner from me

    There’s a shedful of alcohol

    Without a Christmas tree

    Where the patron has a problem

    Enjoying Christmas cheer

    He shouldn’t be surprised, then

    When I cross the street to enjoy a beer.

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