Days of Beer and
Daisies
I've heard that one
before
the one that you revere
the one the world plowed under
to build the parking lots
the one that killed your soul
and left you sentiment
and made you cry for days gone by
like a neutered cat
as if all that ever mattered
was a running car and a radio
and a place to go to look at the stars
it was a perfect time
it was a perfect place
but it never existed
until it went away
before it left
it glued you to a chair
made you a slave of memories
and staring at a photograph
hang the picture on a wall
frame it up with gold
keep the dust away from it
post it in an honored place
and when you're sad and old
look at the faces and remember
take a breath and hold it
and paint your masterpiece
call it
days of beer and daisies
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