I wrote this poem about a favorite Clapton tune of mine called "Old Love". In the future I might share some more of my writing but for now....
Assumptions by definition lie unclear,
they tend to grab a hole, even steer
Sometimes senseless is what's right
Hope is real with the goal in sight
Needing a break lifting this load
A locked safe with only one code
Happily ever after, fact or fiction
the inter-turmoil that never loses friction
Like chipped paint on a wall
A skin knee when you fall
Its grips just too tight
Impossible to ignore, harder to fight
A hole in the dike that needs repair
like a crack in the windshield the size of a hair
Slowly but surely it begins to share
the stress and tension of its despair
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