When you’re young
It’s to kingdom come
And one plus one
Equals lots of fun
But counting the years
On trembling fingers
Gets you nothing but a
Loaded gun
And a thought that says
“You’re alone here honey
But somebody up there digs you still”
As rain falls on the windowsill
You realize that the flowers
Will bloom again, they have that power
But unlike them you won’t come back
Strung out on dreams of suicide
And poems about rivers that find the tide-
If only they could find the time