CHEERS

CHEERS

Cheers for the years that you were here,
Frowns for the clowns whose faces are down with despair.

The evening with its golden stars is just another freak show.
Without your arms around me, not one truth do I know.

And the desires flame like fireworks
For the caravan of passion that we knew.
For the days when my sackcloth and secrets
Lay safe in the bosom of you.

Cheers for the years when you were here,
Frowns for the clowns whose faces are down with despair.

The burly fisherman at the bar spins another tall tale,
The peanuts and the beer are stale.
The drunks in the streets stagger full of homeless golden blood.

This night was meant for agonized replies.
I hear nothing but December winds pouring from the skies.
I hear you laugh with someone else,
You cannot hear my tortured cries.

The morning with its wasteful sun is nothing but an accident.
I’d love to call you up and say that what I said was never meant
To hurt you in the least or make you want to leave me,
But perhaps you’d not believe me.

This life without you here beside me is nothing but a freak show.
Without your dreams to cherish, not one truth can I know.

And desires flare like fireworks
For the caravan of passion that we knew.
The days when all my sackcloth and secrets
Lay naked in the bosom of you.

And so I sit and raise my glass, pondering our glorious past.
Cheers for the years when you were here,
Frown for the clowns whose faces are down with despair.

-Bruce Potts
Original Copyright 1984
Revised Copyright 2010
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