taking everything
you talked about getting out of here
taking everything with you
all the albums you ever heard
stashed inside your mummified body
I was just getting to know you
your voice becoming as familiar as songs
that awaken me on midwinter mornings
I should have been upset
but I also should have seen it coming
should have mentioned (in retrospect)
you just can’t take everything
may two thousand seventeen
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OK, I’ll just take the Pete Seeger records and the Joan Baez Cd’s – – –
good idea
I love the way you worded the middle stanza (about the voice/mornings).
Thank you, Justin, I appreciate your kind comments.
An overwhelmingly powerful poem. Very well written.
Thank you so much, Christy.
Awesome!
thank you