Preoccupied with the task at hand And troubles circled 'round I ignored the chance to ask the one Whose opinions would have weighed What to say about the text What critical thoughts there were To give to eager minds that asked To know what I don't know Maybe it was just the shock Of seeing her that day When odds were long That meetings couldn't form Maybe it was just insistent Flapping from the demons 'round That kept me from salvation When it met me underground And so I muddled through again Chanced this way and that Bulling through another china shop Without a guiding hand Maybe they were sterner stuff To survive the passage past Strange when your greatest hope Is to do no harm that lasts
Please link, don't copy.
This work is Copyright (c) Mike Fletcher 2002