I’m hanging in there
It’s a day to day life
Good enough for me
I dreamed about this once or twice
I watch the weather from my window
See the heather bloom on the mountain
The pheasant scurry in the coppice
each day is a blessing to be counted
If I speak of nothing
I’m just killing time
Waiting for you to say something
Worth saying nothing’s fine
Nothing’s fine all the time
We stand in line
To drink our wine
To hear the bell chime
The poet’s rhyme
I don’t know how to fly
So how am I to try
When the time comes
To say goodbye
Will I fall
And will I cry
It’s not a crime
To shed a tear
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