A REFUGE FOR POETS WHO WRITE IN THE LYRIC TRADITION,
WITH RHYME AND METER, WITH OR WITHOUT MUSIC
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WITHOUT A WORD
How can you leave without a word?
Did you think you would be free as a bird?
It’s the most cowardly thing I’ve ever heard!
So tell me how can you leave without a word?
I could not understand it if I tried.
You’re the kind of girl who keeps it all inside.
Don’t you know that you can’t run away and hide?
Why don’t you let your conscience be your guide?
And tell me how can you leave without a word?
Did you think you would be free as a bird?
It’s the most cowardly thing I’ve ever heard!
So tell me how can you leave without a word?
You left me home alone without a clue,
Wondering whatever did I do.
I am not a clueless man; I do the best I can.
I wish that you would call and talk it through.
And tell me how can you leave without a word?
Did you think you would be free as a bird?
It’s the most cowardly thing I’ve ever heard!
So tell me how can you leave without a word?
Saranac Lake, New York, 1996
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