The show is over, nothing sold
All in vain, what a pain
It's the saddest story all told.
What have I learned?
Future looks bleak but I'm unique
Why should I be concerned?
I paint and follow my passion
The real McCoy full of joy
Master life after a fashion.
I ordered a wheelchair for my mother
The rest of the family was filled with horror
As it might make her feel sicker and look much older
She's weak, no surprise at ninety-four
She can walk maybe fifty yards but no more
She was a ballerina and raised kids no less than four
Cancelled the order but it was too late
When it arrived I rolled her through the gate
Really enjoyed ourselves, luckily she's of little weight
Arriving at the park, she was delighted
Seeing the flowers the ducks, she got excited
She held my hand and we were pleased to be united.
What's the matter with me lately?
I've a feeling I'm no good no more
Should I have a system check
Possibly get the upgrade three point four?
Problem is my hardware is outdated
Not sure what support I can expect
The new software won't install
We're incompatible I suspect.
Time comes and you begin to think
This has truly lost its fun
Now I must watch you from the corner here
How you carry on with a new honey bun.
Whenever I feel miserable
No matter where or how or why
I look for my happy place
And wave the world goodbye
I plan before I'm losing it
To find this place and rest instead
It's always there and quite a blessing
This happy space is in my head
But letting go of suffering
Is mostly easier said than done
Then thinking about my happy place
Seems the hardest thing under the sun
Changing my mood from dark to sunny
I would learn it perhaps if I could
Though I'd prefer not to do the work
And stay in my happy place for good
There is a house in Newport Green
They call it the sturdy one
It withstood all kinds of stormy weather
Ever since time had begun
If you're wondering why it's still there
Even though it moans and groans
Never mind smart wood construction
It lasted thanks to good bones
She saw a dentist who was a sadist thru and thru.
Looks bad, he said, shall we see what I can do?
With a tremble in her voice she asked, will it hurt?
Maybe so, he grinned, but only if I wannit to.
I wonder what it is that gets me up in the morning
Thoughts enter my head of this and of that
Suddenly I'm standing - there was no sign of warning
And my mind knows nothing or where it's at.