"The Gum On Your Shoes" or "How the Union Won the War."

[thewisefool]

If you gave me a pencil with chewed-on eraser
I'd save it in a box at the end of my bed. 
If you gave me pair of socks with stripes or spots
I'd wear them until they're no good anymore
And wear them some more.
It's not just you, but the thought of the thing
Give and give well, scraps and sad cards.
With horses in gallop and wind in wheat grass.
But I'd try to just think of the thought thought.
To you, and to you, from you and you, you.
Not just you, but any of you.
I save the small memories soon to fade
By keeping a roll of lint or a thread from some
Favorite sweater or mitten.
That empty sugar wrapper, that one coffee place.

Reruns of Little House on the Prairie on Saturday morning.
Pancakes in bed with the syrup drip, dripping.
I'd die to see that look on your face
You played the music over and over from your favorite movie
And it was incredibly annoying.
But I didn't say anything because the rerun'd come back on
And they said it was commercial free hereon out.
So I saved that memory in a holiday card.
And my mediocre existence became a little lighter.

So I switched on the electric lamp
Shook off the snow from my outer coat
And settled down for a book reading.
Slice the made bread and butter it thick
I'm here for the moment, a moment is life.
There's nothing else to say.
I'm here to stay.
Write that in your book and smoke it.
Smoky candles in the evening-time.