Circle

To dwell on the old past
Is to escape today,
But turn away I must,
For I should save the day.
When the answer’s behind,
Don’t go forward in kind.

He lives in memories
That come to life in tunes.
I breathe his old glories
Like the sun on sand dunes.
Reveal forgotten life
By his own, widowed wife.

You can’t bring back who’s gone;
What if you make it done?
What’s wrong with trying one?

He’s in the air I breathe,
He’s in the songs I sing,
You hear him as a myth,
Stronger than the living;
Now, he’s everywhere,
Immortal life to share.

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