Promises

I think of you sometimes

The way you carried that flag

Going into battle

Humming refrains of

Old Devil Moon

We always left part of us

Out on that field

Every time

That is why we always won

Luckily, we have enough left

30-some years down the line

To keep promises

We weren’t aware we were making

Promises we just

Needed to find again

— GLB

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