He had to get it anyhow
But the sleepy Sunday afternoon
Found all the shutters down
He had to get it anyhow
But a sad figure on the empty street
His sighs in himself drowned
He needed to get it anyhow
But it seemed fortune didn’t care
It couldn’t be ever found
He needed to get it anyhow
But his tries ended in despair
A life could bow out
If only he could get it anyhow
That small thing now priceless
He would forever treasure
If only he could get it anyhow
It would prolong a heartbeat
Reviving drops he could measure
On the sleepy Sunday afternoon
In search of a one penny dropper
A man a poet a philosopher
Was thwarted came a cropper!
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
He had to get it anyhow
But the sleepy Sunday afternoon
Found all the shutters down
He had to get it anyhow
But a sad figure on the empty street
His sighs in himself drowned
He needed to get it anyhow
But it seemed fortune didn’t care
It couldn’t be ever found
He needed to get it anyhow
But his tries ended in despair
A life could bow out
If only he could get it anyhow
That small thing now priceless
He would forever treasure
If only he could get it anyhow
It would prolong a heartbeat
Reviving drops he could measure
On the sleepy Sunday afternoon
In search of a one penny dropper
A man a poet a philosopher
Was thwarted came a cropper!
A dropper to give a dying bird the measured dose of life saving medicine!
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