On our ride home
A sign caught your eye that read “estate sale:
everything must go”
So
You asked to stop by for just a minute
to look at all the clothes
But no!
The front yard was littered: lawn equipment and
Garden gnomes
Oh!
You joked “they need a new family.
Can we take them home?”
Oh, we get carried through the years
By things that we hold most dear
And then they all get sold
From the china and chandelier
To the pill box and wash for ears
It all must go
So once inside,
I made my way to their book shelf
So I could judge their eye
It
Was lined with new books on fighting cancer
And the afterlife
The front
Pages were signed by friends and family,
“You’ll be alright”
Oh,
Isn’t it strange the lengths we go to?
We get carried through the year
By the people that hold us dear
And then they just grow old
It’s like they were never here
Photos fade then they disappear
On our walk
Out to the car
A couple danced
In the yard
A record played
In the mood
It was warped
Bent out of tune
Oh, the words just abandoned me
So it took your hand quietly
Then we headed home
Oh, you’ll carry me through the years
Til we fade and we disappear
And we’re headed home
We’re headed
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