Tuesday 4 June 2024

In the end


I think of the need that's screwin’ you.

I think of my folks gettin’ old.

I think of the meals I’ll need to plan

and ways to beat the cold.


I think of the train I’ll need to catch.

I think of where they’ll pay me.

But more than these and most of all,

God knows I think of Aimee.


And I think of God and what that means

for a minute or two a day.

I think of death and the faculty

that chases those thoughts away.


Yer I think big thoughts, here and there,

and nothing can really sway me.

Well, nothing at all except the ever

present thoughts of Aimee. 

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