It’s always been some potion
or some camolile lotion
they gone rub on you,
get you all healed up
Most times you had
one day to get better
Not often, but sometimes
a memory will catch
hold like a note that
plays has you tumbling
somewhere on the edges of time,
Like that nickel you found in the corner
when you needed it
I heard my mother’s voice
YELLING
DON'T YOU RUN IN THAT STREET.
I guess there will always be memories to
comfort you while you learn a lesson.