The Young Man's Best Ain't Dead

written Jan 30, 2003

a great divide between us,
a subtle piece of mind,
a dream amongst the ashes,
her love that once was mine.

a piece of me remembers
the power and the fire.
the burns were deep and lasting
as shown by all these scars.

the brand that marks my sorrow
cannot be seen by all.
a smile can cover a broken heart
as love's fires rise and fall.

the sharp point of a dagger,
the tone of love's swan song,
pierced the armor of my lonesome heart
and hurts my whole life long.

a broken-legged shadow
among love's ruins and stones,
i find my pain is with me
but hides my deepest wounds.

my hair turns gray and tarnished
the clock rolls right along
my youth fades to memory
and i've sang all life's great songs

my mind forgets minutia
and struggles with each day,
but my heart forgets not one detail
of the one that got away.

her hair, her eyes, her smell so sweet
the way she looked at me
her soul, her words, the love so deep
could never lie, nor find a course to be.

so deep inside my life force,
a part of every breath,
i live, i breathe, i think of her
and will until my death.

an Oscar for your fragrance,
an Emmy for your smile,
a Tony for our drama,
and popcorn for our smiles.

It's been too long, or has it?
it's much too late in time.
it's long past all our crossroads.
we're nearly at our prime.

so building to a climax....
a full tour of my head,
while an old man has his memories
the young man's best ain't dead.