A Passing Summer
We worked so hard all winter,
We worked so hard all spring,
We worked like that so many years,
And what did all that bring?
Warm morning breeze, Saturday.
Birds are singing, sun is shining.
Trees swung gayly until I saw.
My honey lying on the floor.
Christmas Bells are ringing,
Happy New Years, Anniversary,
The doctors say walking is optional,
Australia Day, on the floor.
Heart of Ice knocked on my door,
Paul, Paul, Paul, Paul?
But I can’t say hi right now, with
My honey lying on the floor.
Whatever was for fun is no more,
There is no comfort for the poor,
Work all day and come home to
My honey lying on the floor.
Begging the kings old and new,
Mercy, tell me what to do,
No escape, no rest, no respite,
The Stoic Old Judge, no contrite,
And I thought I was tough until I saw
A photo of a beach somewhere, bummer.
It’s gonna be another long wait to swim,
It’s been weeks since the end of summer.
But my honey can barely stand now, so that’s progress right?
