Name I Had

Countless days in times of woe

Heady haze and bits of splendor

Conscious maybe yet half asleep

Wondering when the nice times leave

They were always at my side

Bearing time and place as well

And inability like a plague

Covers my constant grave

Useless is the name I had

How do I write that epitaph?

Standing over granite stones

Laid in a row in the grass near the pond

Flowers floating in the breeze

You told me “Hey come along now”

But I was a boy yet hardly growing

So times have changed and so have I

I'm all of him and plenty more

I could tell you where your lips should be

And when your fingertips lightly on me

And would I know on a purple rug

Such dreams of moving you away

And your happiness and you were content

But this money tree

Needs to roots to hoe

And I've got so many baskets to make

And so much metal to fore

And these decisions to snatch and throw

Can I snare you along the way?

Can we ride in the black car

To the granite house with an iron fence