Fade Poem by Paul Klobusicky

Fade



FADE

Jaded or faded
Guess it doesn’t really matter
Is it you
Or is it me
Clouds got caught
In my tea

Like a still day
In the forest
Or a breeze-less
Day on the bay

My mind draws a blank
Like an outlaw
Who just robbed a bank

Memories that can ‘t hear
Fading fast
Like a tear
Remembering one last blast

2/7/08

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