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Dear dead Daddy
It won't be long
till my wedding day
Yes it will.
I've been down
to the bottom
of another bottle
an I was wondring aloud
how much love
does it take?
Another delivery man
rings my bell,
presses my button
and all the hangers
in my closet
can go hang
but I've never forgotten you
through the haze
of feeling so damn good,
where some fools
fool themselves I guess.
Now I'm falling slowly
and there is no pain
I am receding.
Dear dead Daddy
It won't be long
till my wedding numb.
"there is no pain
I am receding."
Roger Waters?
I too, have become comfortably numb. Gotta love Floyd...
H
Of late, when I read your poem I cry... it is as if pain were louder than art, but both so powerful.
Ah, and yes, what a strange coincidence! times are tough and drinking softens them...
lol. I was inspired by an internet ad while listening to the songs on my play list (while drinking tea)
Yes Hawk, Gotta love Floyd and figured since it was the last song on the list - what the hell.....!
Loved it but what the hell is a wedding numb?