Today's Mood on 25 September 1997

I bought a watch.

Actually, SHE bought it for me
As it appeared she was getting it for her man

     with her boyfriend's money

SHE bought the watch
And I watched her there.

The token is gone now, but I have the memory
  Of countless parties on the kitchen counters
  Of each evening playing her song in the bar
  Of restless restaurant kitchen work
And even farther back

The memories which still remain
In this poor sodden, blood-soaked head
The fibers dripping off like rain
But these remain until 'im dead:

  Of all the beatings I'd received
  Of all the fights she fought for me
  Of all the times she worked for me
  As unaware, I'd elsewhere be

  Of all the days and nights we spent
  In heaven (Well, in Bethlehem)
  Or hell it was, yet with us all
  No human stood a chance at all

Of ever coming between the love we all shared for each other:
We alone, our family, was its own (and our own) strongest source of
Support, and equally our own strongest source of Pain.  

No love can rival our love and no trial can rival our unity.