I opened up the day and the first page read,
Once upon a time you've got to get up off your bed.
and the day spread out.
I got up, got out
looked about the kitchen for a coffee spoon.
The moon was on the wane and you never feel the same
as when you take that sip of coffee and you cough a bit
because it's hot but it feels so cool and then just like a fool you take another sip and burn your tongue once more.
Then the Sun comes up to take a look and decides to hang around and play some games
and you call your socks such nasty names 'cause you can't find a matching pair.
When you comb your hair and more comes out that stays upon your head
sometimes you wish you'd never opened up the day and read what was within.
Jingle
jingle
intermingle get mixed in with the crowd
never knew that silence
could be so very loud.
I'm glad I'm here
able to peer at what happens in a day
and very glad to say
as far as I can see it will always be this way.
Jangle
jangle
wind the mangle
hang your washing on the line.
Was there ever such a day so fine?
In time
in time
and tinned in brine this old salt will moult
and make off to a bolt hole
and be reborn each dawn
to start the page
again.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
I opened up the day and the first page read,
Once upon a time you've got to get up off your bed.
and the day spread out.
I got up, got out
looked about the kitchen for a coffee spoon.
The moon was on the wane and you never feel the same
as when you take that sip of coffee and you cough a bit
because it's hot but it feels so cool and then just like a fool you take another sip and burn your tongue once more.
Then the Sun comes up to take a look and decides to hang around and play some games
and you call your socks such nasty names 'cause you can't find a matching pair.
When you comb your hair and more comes out that stays upon your head
sometimes you wish you'd never opened up the day and read what was within.
Jingle
jingle
intermingle get mixed in with the crowd
never knew that silence
could be so very loud.
I'm glad I'm here
able to peer at what happens in a day
and very glad to say
as far as I can see it will always be this way.
Jangle
jangle
wind the mangle
hang your washing on the line.
Was there ever such a day so fine?
In time
in time
and tinned in brine this old salt will moult
and make off to a bolt hole
and be reborn each dawn
to start the page
again.
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