Let me tell you what losing is:
first a little afternoon fading.
Then disorientation. I forgot a lot
but, doesn’t everyone?

It’s good to be back, to know things again.
The funeral was a grand production
bet Hollywood was proud.
Nancy’s a brick, you could see how much
she genuinely cares. I adore her
did that message come through?

Remember with Gorbachev,
I forgot the agenda,
so I told stories to cover up.
Guess one of them offended him
and this was right after the great
tear down that wall speech.
My advisors took care
not to let it happen again.
They knew. Did I?

The ranch was confining, but it protected me.
When I didn’t care to ride anymore
the rest was just fading
and waiting.

Loraine Brink

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