Seasons Of My Discontent
Hey buddy, where’s the spring in your step these days?
The birds on the branch are singing, your eyes are glazed
Hey man, pick up your heart and change your ways
While some are burning bright you’re feeling phased
Two zeros make a nought an’ me I’m tired
Of watching falling leaves dull our desires
Hey cool guy, win to play and let’s get fired
We’ll melt the snows of sadness like livewires
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© Sab Will 2010
(original photo is NOT, to my regret, by me – but I played with it…)