Old Jerusalem
Her Scarf
She wears a piece of cloth around her neck to protect her from the coldand we both smile as we identify the signs of our mutual growing oldIt lets us gradually grin at the thought of our pastand nod our heads assenting that, yeah, all things do pass nowBut I firmly deny still that all things should dieDoubtless truths to the others have no place in our livesYou then lift your arms, outstretched like you doYour scarf is now a banner, not afraid of the fluor of any disease on this right side of hellas long as there's love or someone's wishing you wellYou can let all the rivers flow, stop worrying about stuffbut it's not what we're doing and no, this ain't enoughNow you can talk all you want to, explain things as you doI'm no fool and I see you need someone newAnd it may not surprise you, I need something myselfa love, a disease, someone wishing me wellDenying it all dies is a belief that you sellto the ladies you find on the wrong side of hellSuddenly a void fills the air in the realm of your wordsPerception is tricky, but we're on tricky floors nowYour scarf is a banner for those dispossessedand you cleansed my mean world of my own self-righteousness
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