Is There Nothing At All
Is there nothing at all,
In the days ahead;
Making a flight or a fall,
Where the songs are instead.
Time is borrowing you,
And the daydreams gone;
Sky is an old one and blue,
Though it still carries on.
Find a minute in a heart,
To make a new begin;
Something fresh from a start,
And you could happiness win.
Perform with what you know,
All is getting better;
You may come or you may go,
Each hour is another's debtor.
Let trial under your skin,
Fool may play it cool;
You may lose you may win,
There is no book of rule.
Make it bad make it good,
Whatever you need;
All is of same likelihood,
You just need to sight-read.
posted by Peter S. Quinn @ 5:10 PM
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