My tired feet don’t want to blow
Down that winding road.
If I can stay right here, my friend,
These seeds I will have sowed.
I’ll tell you simply how I am
You tell me what you’ve hoed,
Yet, if my addled brain won’t work
I’ll simply just explode.
My life might be a simple one
You pass on by, my friend,
With simple pleasures found along
A road that wants to bend.
A day as simply fine as this
Won’t come along again -
To live a life so free and sweet
Is life that cannot end.
Copyright, 2007
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