WET CEMENT

 

in childhood, what could ever be

more grand and heaven scent

than to come across the unexpected beauty

of an unprotected slab of wet cement ?

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with nervous fingers, we began our etching

the thrill that all would surely know just who to blame

for what could be more bold incrimination

then to leave the brazen imprint of one's name ?

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we didn't really know then of graffiti

or the cramming of a capsule full of time

but the thought of this bold act of cold impression

was a concept that was wicked, yet sublime

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it was an act reserved for kings and queens of hollywood

a trip to graumann's outer court would just enthrall

a chance to hold the vanished hand of lovely marilyn monroe

shocked by thoughts that john wayne's feet could be so small

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we meet a lot of people in our lifetimes

there's impressions of the times that we have spent

when young, our minds are soft and oh so supple

like an unprotected slab of wet cement

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our names may be inscribed on other's psyches

just like others leave their fingerprints on you

sometimes these signatures will stay with you forever

other times, they are replaced by someone new

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it's important that we never get too hardened

and refuse to let some person make a mark

for there's always room to let a little light in

our relationships will help to chase the dark

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when done, our memories are all that's left us

everything that was once solid leaves no dent

but remaining is that little slab of concrete

full of fingerprints once traced in wet cement