Neil Fleischmann

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40 Years On

I don't remember what game it was

But I remember playing it

It was girls against boys

They were trying to catch us

But no-one was running after me

Then one girl chased me for a bit

And I remain grateful today

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Times and roles have changed

He thanks me and it throws me

And it breaks my heart

For I love his tenderness

Yet it's not exactly him

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We talk around things

Arguments about hampers

Are not about that

Things are metaphorical

While remaining what they are

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He tried to be kind

He tried to process the day

And then the sun rose

And he sighed and then he prayed

Then he ate and went to sleep