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Belson

By Bruce Clifford

Belson, Iíve wondered what had become of you
Belson, we taught each other a language nobody knew
After all was said and done I knew you had to leave
In my heart I always did believe


Belson, I heard he threw you up against a wall
Belson, I never wanted you to fall
I never thought someone could take my breath away
Memories of Oak Grove still remain


From time to time I have wondered through these years
Wished you all the happiness and not a lot of tears
I can still remember the sparkle in your eyes
For me it was so hard to say goodbye


Belson, life kept going and marching on
Belson, Iím so sad he caused you harm
It was hard for me the day you walked away
We were young, and I made so many mistakes


Belson, I hope you grew up with that smile
Belson, our time was only for a short while
We spoke a language only we could understand
Iíll never forget holding your hand


Belson, I would never know what to say
Belson, it broke my heart in many ways
Life was so simple, but complicated beyond compare
Just know I am someone who has always cared


Belson, is your heart still sweet and pure
Belson, all this life you had to endure
Will we ever again look into each other's eyes
You remain with me until the day I die


Belson, Iíve wondered what had become of you
Belson, we taught each other a language nobody knew

©2/19/2022: Bruce Clifford


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