When The Story is Told

Looked good from a distance, your smile was bright.

I lived in the shadows and I waited all night.

You danced to the music, it wasn’t for me.

I lived in that moment, was all I could see.

I see you years later and the dancing looks done.

The mood seems all angry and not as much fun.

I guess I was patient but it felt more like  fear.

Those things that were far, all now seem so near.

Those things that I hold in my mind from the past.

The things that were first, now they seem last.

You live and you learn if you’re lucky I guess.

And it appears if you don’t, then you just fake success.

Dennis Mantin

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