When I was young the days and nights lasted forever
Now my days gallop away like Dartmoor ponies
into the mists of time
spent much “time” looking for rhyme
………and reason
spoutin’ lyric about treason
writing conscious words from my heart
not caring for the art
of word-smithery
and all of it’s trickery
shunning fame and it’s gimmickery
trying to learn lessons from history
waking up to find the mystery
was no mystery……after all

Now the leaves start to fall
and another year has gone
I’m still searching for that song
….the one that got away
the one where I got to say
how much I loved you…!

But the days slip into years
Memory rusts with my tears