First off, apologies for going Awol, not been around for a couple of months or so.
The reason, life got in the way. A job loss for one, just not had time to login or
produce new work. But things are back on an even keel again. I'm sure i've
missed lots of good stuff while i've been away, but i'll catch up. Just started writing
again about five days ago, and came up with this. Hope it meets with your approval.
Doing Time
From the first breath we take
Down to the last
With every grain of sand
That slips through the glass
From the crack of early dawn
To the stars that shine
We're all doing time
We're all doing time
Our ways like handcuffed leaves
Will never be free
All we can do is just grow
Till we fall from the tree
Even the wild winds that blow
And the mountains that climb
Are just doing time
Are just doing time
Life is some kind of sentence without reason or rhyme
From the maternity room to the mortuary sign
We all rely on dreams
To encourage the soul
It's the only way to escape
When there is no parole
Whether it's just for a year
Or ninety nine
We're all doing time
We're all doing time
We look for friendly faces
To sit down beside
We reach for loving embraces
To soften the ride
Or it's life in solitary
To the end of the line
And man that's hard time
Man that's hard time
Life is some kind of sentence without reason or rhyme
From the maternity room to the mortuary sign
Some pace between the walls
Of night and day
Some say life may be hard
But i'll dance anyway
If the birds can find some joy
I'm gonna find mine
While i'm doing time
While i'm doing time.
Vintage54