TLC

Maybe now it's time to go and

Reread old Leonard Cohen

And pretend that you are Leonard

And forget that you are not

Find the verses that remind you

Of the things you left behind you

Of the that tunes that do not heal you

But instead just let you cry

Then you close the book and wonder

If you ever were a lover

Who could sing like Leonard Cohen

And could touch your lover's heart

But you know that all your poems

Are just palest shade of Cohen’s

This is just the way it’s written

In the book of love and art.