Wouldn’t it be nice If life were made of Septembers and Fridays: Perfect weather and Untamed imagination, A topiary giraffe, And unending vacation? Maybe mix in Holidays and weekends And the good stuff they bring: Frosted Christmas cookies, Sleeping in, Acoustic songs Strummed from guitar strings. And there would be no Februarys and Mondays:… Read More Septembers and Fridays
It’s that little thing that tells you You really shouldn’t be doing that If the forecast calls for rain It’s what tells you to take a hat ~ If the waters start rising It’s what tells you to steer clear When you’re on a winning team It’s what tells you to stand and cheer ~… Read More Common Sense
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Flip a coin Have a wishful thought Release it Into the bouncing drops They’ll spring it Up to the sky To be swept away On a windy ride Of twists and turns As your heart yearns Waiting, for a reply. Is it lost – adrift – Or will your wish be granted?
Your roots dig deep In the same dirt as me But nature says On gusty breath “You must fly free.”
There’s two views to see What will be, will be Or Will you make something happen? Rise up from the depths Your solemn regrets And Live your destiny Upon the lighted horizon.