The Mountains
The mountains change colour
As the Sun crosses the sky
The New Moon sits waiting
Like a bright winking eye
To start the night shift
For a world growing dark
'til the Sun rises next morning
To brighten our lives.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - Yeats
The Mountains
The mountains change colour
As the Sun crosses the sky
The New Moon sits waiting
Like a bright winking eye
To start the night shift
For a world growing dark
'til the Sun rises next morning
To brighten our lives.
Blueberries
Blueberries in my muffins and my pancakes plain
Two of the things that keep me sane
Myers Rum with Cola and Guinness by the pint
Two of the things that keep me tight
The old fellow called Hall
There was an old fellow called Hall
Who built up his problems quite small
He bundled them up
'til they covered him all
That silly old fellow called Hall
Hope
Where there's life there's hope
The saying goes
How right it is
That good old saw
You never know
When things look up
So keep going on
And weather the storm
Cope
You're trying to cope
Against all the odds
But there's no point in still climbing
When you continue to fall
You must go and seek help
From someone who cares
And forget all the ones
Who abandoned you there.