Friday, December 11, 2020

I Got Them Blues

I got them blues

of yesterday and tomorrow
where what has been will not

be again, that unequal mixing
of joy and sorrow, where the trinity
of eye and voice and beauty
made all things beautiful and now
it's gone, life betraying one moment
for another, the irreplaceable
not replaced so I hum The Old
Rugged Cross I heard sung
in a honky tonk 'cause if anyone
knows the blues, it's Jesus and me
and the dreams only the blues
can give of love resurrected
from eternity.   

-Byron Hoot 

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