Monday, June 8, 2009

Come and Get it

I love the mornings
When the sun comes up
The leaves are gold and green
I feel like I could dance and sing.

I let life take the lead,
It says, come and get it, come and get it, come and get it

I go to the kitchen
To make myself a dream,
I take a shower
To wash away the sorry things

I start my work on words
To string them like hopeful beads
Sometimes I make them fly like birds
Sometimes I make them candy treats.

I let life take the lead,
It says, come and get it, come and get it, come and get it

With my aching head
And my loss of sense of smell
I simplify my life instead
And fine tune everything else,
Because life tells me to come and get it
And that indeed I shall.

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