Poetry, lyrics and other words…
I once questioned a frail, old man
What made him think he was right?
He looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes
And said, “Well, sleep on it tonight.”
I pondered his words and then my own
What was it he thought would come?
When morning arrived, I conceded the point
For in his words I found wisdom.
No one took him seriously
No, they didn’t think him right
Something was amiss with him
With gun and hat and knife
But he would be the hero
When they saw just what he did
Taking down the robber, yep
The Catawampus Kid
With a mighty thrust of imagination
Whilst keeping my breathing in check
I found I could fly without hesitation
A curious thing… you bet
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Up and over, around and through
Buildings, forests and seas
Apparently, nothing that I couldn’t do
Soaring along with ease
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Yet all good things must come to an end
As I tumbled back down to the ground
Disassembled was I after flying so high
Jerked awake in my bed I was found
Is it really Spring
Outside, the birds are singing
My heart warms over
