Time spirals, after all the fizz and razzmattazz,
- back to tonight, when Frank sang "My Way",
and I held your hand and cried,
thinking of the next time,
- forward to that day we'll
play it for you, but your hand will have slipped away.
I'll remember you sitting next to me
and, I bet, will hear you singing along.
LMC 24 Oct 09
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