The worm scuttles out, later than usual
He avoids the early bird;
The grass is browning from neglect
And the sky is crying, in respect;
Hope unravels itself, pours out of the bottle,
He tries to run ahead full throttle,
He missed the train, the cab and the canoe
He’s finding it hard to play a broken kazoo;
You are sitting under an umbrella,
In shelter, waiting
He comes and he finds you
Elated, no hating –
Someone he could truly enjoy time with ~
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i really like this one. if i were a composer i would set it to music and have you sing the main part in a gin-soaked gravelly voice sort of like rickie lee jones and suzanne vega (my age is showing!), with a more upbeat voice singing the minor parts in counterpoint (like “from neglect” and “in respect”).