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Hard-Boiled Eggs

By Bruce Clifford

You were so gentle
How did that turn into such a fight
I hear he became so enraged
Hard-boiled eggs, suffering and pain


So many years since those days
Riding bikes, sitting in the shade
You were the beautiful heart of Uruguay
Hard-boiled eggs, the coming of age


My heart breaks
My memory remains
Your soul is real
I donít know what you feel


You were a sign of peace
How did we write these separate histories
You could have taken your own personal stage
Hard-boiled eggs, panic and blame


So much time has passed us by
Fleeting memories still make me smile
You had a future so bright and engaged
Hard-boiled eggs, the coming of age


My heart breaks
My memory remains
Your soul is real
I donít know what you feel


Belson, I donít know what you feel
Belson, I only know what once was real


You were so gentle
How did that turn Into such a fight
I hear he was like a lion in a cage
Hard-boiled eggs, fear and displaced

©2/20/2022 Bruce Clifford


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