Anthem

Coffee shop, corner booth, he sits alone.

Empty seat across from him with cup unattended.

He sips and smiles, gazing miles back in time with whist

Every Thursday, six p.m., silence appended.

Three quarters of an hour, two quarters on the table,

He steps away to venture out.

The empty space at his side tangible, he slightly leans

Honoring her presence, now without.

Do we ever take time to discover

How much there is to grow?

Will we ever understand the drive

Or fully strive to know,

What pleasures, what pain the mind retains

To carry one soul along?

Hear my song.

Her house is clean, immaculate in space,

Each room carefully tended.

No echoes rebound, nor escape of sound,

The emptiness of laughter now ended.

Frames of silver, plastic and wood ever filled,

Golden curls and blue eyes dancing within,

Now fully grown, miles overflown

Too long away from mother’s skin.

Do we ever take time to discover

How much there is to grow?

Will we ever understand the drive

Or fully strive to know,

What pleasures, what pain the mind retains

To carry one soul along?

Sing my song.

Be strong enough to live the moment,

Take chances, slow down and learn.

Don’t be satisfied with daily grind

Know what and why you yearn.

The years go by and you find they've flown,

Too quickly the pages turn.

Then one day your landmarks gone

Save for bridges burned.

Do we ever take time to discover

How much there is to grow?

Will we ever understand the drive

Or fully strive to know,

What pleasures, what pain the mind retains

To carry one soul along?

Live my song.

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