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By John Michael Mahoney
You always thought that time was on your side,
But when you look in the mirror you know that he lied.
So you reach for the bottle of little white pills
(the one from your street corner friend)
And you tell yourself, that nothing's changed
And that everything will be o'k in the end.
And you dance in the night
with your memories and lights
And forget that Time's marching on.
So you take him to bed,
the best lover you've had,
'Cause in the morning he's still in your arms.
One pill in the morning to get you around.
By noon, another, just to keep you safe and sound.
By dinner you've forgotten just how many you've had.
And by nine, you won't care anyway,
Because they've become your very best friends
in a sad, mad world gone astray.
And you dance in the night
with your memories and lights
And forget that Time's marching on.
So you take him to bed,
the best lover you've had,
'Cause in the morning he's still in your arms.
John Michael Mahoney
August 25, 1959 - August 13, 1987