August 27, 2012

• Time, time
  Time, see what’s become of me
  While I looked around for my possibilities

  I was so hard to please
  Look around
  Leaves are brown
  And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

  Hear the Salvation Army band
  Down by the riverside’s
  Bound to be a better ride
  Than what you’ve got planned

  Carry your cup in your hand
  And look around
  Leaves are brown
  And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

  Hang on to your hopes, my friend
  That’s an easy thing to say
  But if your hopes should pass away
  Simply pretend that you can build them again

  Look around
  The grass is high
  The fields are ripe
  It’s the spring time of my life

  Seasons change with the scenery
  Weaving time in a tapestry
  Won’t you stop and remember me
  At any convenient time?

  Funny how my memory skips
  Looking over manuscripts
  Of unpublished rhyme

  Drinking my vodka and lime
  I look around
  Leaves are brown
  And the sky is a hazy shade of winter

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