Time Is A Glass Of Cold Water

Sweating in this sweater
I wore when I was happier
Now I'm sad but
Time is a glass of cold water
Heading home from Dublin
remembering the country
Now I'm tired but
She will be sleeping next to me

The day is dying
Beach rocks are lying
Among twisted weeds and wood
Same as the days when I was young
The sound of nothing
Beneath my clothing
Singing the old refrain of
Changing

Hands are growing harder
Breaking the edges
Watch them spin into
Wheels to wander
Stories of patina
Redwood and cedar
But inside time
Is a glass of cold water

Will she make me smarter?
Will she stay forever?
Will I make me slower?
Time is a glass of cold water

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