Terry Flynn
Terry Flynn is a man I know but I can’t say when or where,
And when I try to look him up he isn’t really there.
When I try I can see his smile but I can’t remember his whole face,
I can see us sitting at a table together but I just can’t name the place.
And if I try to fix him in the center of my mind,
I always lose my focus as if it were designed.
He’s not the only one that I just can’t seem to place,
It’s like from my memory each one has been erased.
I wonder how many more out there are just like Terry Flynn,
That’s why I keep a record of those who’ve never been.
Copyright © Tony Lane | Year Posted 2011
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