Lucy

Once I thought I knew, how life's so short, what can beat the Blues, in this winter night, when the kids don’t phone, the fire gives no respite, no books or other dues, traces where they go, on trails so well used, who knows if they're right, those who you fought, others who asked for hire, you were never so cool, helped the ones you taught, belong to other schools, if there’s ever a time, to parade passing thoughts, let them shed light, forget all the doo doo, don't have me postpose, happiness hung on balloons, blown far from home