Country Song

Sometimes I squint to see

Distant, tiny specks in the rearview mirror that made me me

Now

Cupped hand on brow

Lookin' ahead

Soft winds of change

Handwriting on a wall

But out of earshot

Who knows?

When he was young

He sang about a woman

A river called Memory

She's gentle on his mind

Don't know I know the kind

So I'll stay now

Some lessons learned

A few bridges burned

Beautiful life hard-earned

I'm here

Lookin' up

I just see blue

Baby

Sunny sky