I want my forty years
by cricketjeff on October 31, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
A misty haze of sleepy eyes
The timbre of your voice
The eerie sound of barn owl cries
It’s time to make a choice
The roses that I used to hold
Seem sad and far away
Beside the prize I want to fold
Inside my arms today
When life is harder every time
How can we carry on
Surrender’s not a dreadful crime
When life appears a con
But far away I’ll hold you tight
However it appears
So don’t give up on life tonight
I want my forty years
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