all that will matter is that you get through
until the clock rings each still gets to dream
it seems most wrong that all the sky is blue
someone will note the colour in the flue
and send you messages of their esteem
all that will matter is that you get through
a signal comes for those who're in the crew
and understand what's in the tightest beam
it seems most wrong that all the sky is blue
it will be over once you tie your shoe
that is the upshot of some clever scheme
all that will matter is that you get through
it's not your job to cook somebody's stew
or worry about what floats down the stream
it seems most wrong that all the sky is blue
our single duty is to watch the new
starlight and then to share in the fresh cream
all that will matter is that you get through
it seems most wrong that all the sky is blue
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
06 May 2008
honourable purpose
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