week 271 ~ the year rolls itself up
the year rolls itself up
you’re home don’t ask for more
drop your key in the cup
grab a smile close the door
you’re home don’t ask for more
when miracles appear
grab a smile close the door
stash your dreams some place near
when miracles appear
it takes time to believe
stash your dreams some place near
there’s no reason to leave
it takes time to believe
move on slowly with grace
there’s no reason to leave
inhabit your new place
move on slowly with grace
drop your key in the cup
inhabit your new place
the year rolls itself up
Just love the tone of the poem…there is comfort in the new places we find ourselves…so nicely phrased here.
slpmartin
December 27, 2013 at 4:52 pm
Thanks, Charles– always rewarding to venture off the planned track/
mairmusic
December 27, 2013 at 4:55 pm