I don’t talk about it much
too many questions pop up,
not to mention the looks you get… and
I ain’t tryin’ to sell anyone anything
but I know some things because I seen ‘em
and that’s always been my little secret.
I’m in the damnedest moment, though
I ain’t never been quite so happy
It feels like I’m someone else
My bad times now are better
than my good times used to be.
I’m what the world sees as old,
but inside I’m light as a cobweb
fluttering in a draft, and there’s no
other word for it. Love.
it’s found me. I got
ready first, then said ‘yes’.
To be true with ya’…
I looked for the catch. Old habit.
Well, I went through some stuff.
No need to dwell on that,
since troubles don’t make
anyone special, do they?
I learned the
truth of the old words about
‘the valley of the shadow of death.’
Sure did. Maybe you know, too.
That quiet, dark place where
it seems the candle is just about snuffed.
But somebody has been watching over me
I know it for true, because I seen it
in this world once. An angel— but not what
you’ve seen in paintings.
A being of power and grace.
Standing still and silent beside me,
me on my knees
That image bring tears still,
45 years on. It carried me through
the bad times, burned away a lot
of pain with it.
I’m an old man, and love walked in
And now I find
love everywhere. That’s how you spot
the real deal, you know.
Love reveals love, creates love.
Makes everything else seem trivial.
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