bobdubbloon

Building Dreams With Words

22:05:43 08 May, 2025

It's cold and it's grey At the break of today - But the birds still Sing on the hill - Singing "freedom" and "do-what-you-may" I must make my mind clear And remember how dear - Are the moments of love Like the kiss of a dove - The memory of warmth and good cheer The wind howls around, A wild whistling sound, - Blowing sharp stinging rain Like a ghost on the 'pane - Every day's a good day above ground. Ahead lie the tasks That fill up my flask; - Some tasting of joy, Some that simply annoy - Just a portion - a sip from the cask. So I swallow them down And then go off to town, - To do the next thing Like a bird on the wing - 'Coz life is a verb not a noun