One Hundred One

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I come into people’s lives
so they don’t need me
they only want me
and then I go
.
I don’t stay long enough
for their dependence
for my attendance
is just for show

if you placed me somewhere else
and told me to get by
I’d always get by
that I know
.
am I a missing piece
floating in on the tide
or am I the wave itself
going it for a ride
one hundred seasons done
now for one hundred one
.
if I were to die tomorrow
my only regret
that I might forget
what I know
.
and when I come back next time
I’ll do it all again
beginning to end
just goes to show
.
I know I’m needed somewhere
a million places
down a thousand faces
just a few more to go
.
am I a missing piece
floating in on the tide
or am I the wave itself
going it for a ride
one hundred seasons done
now for one hundred one
.
I am the missing piece
that floats in with the tide
that carves the waves themselves
that travel worldwide
one hundred seasons’ fun
now for one hundred one
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Copyright L.M. 2008.
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