Friday, August 5, 2022

Melancholy . . .

 

It’s a melancholy world
When you can’t tell 
The stones from the pearls.
You can’t image what
My motives are 
Or what I’m feeling.
But the lights are bright
On Broadway
As the birds begin to sing.
As America pours her first
Cup of coffee,
It’s a melancholy world.

It’s a melancholy world 
Choosing between the 
Big brass ring or the girl.
I just can’t seem to 
Hold on to the dreams
I’ve worked so hard for.
But the crowd is there
At midnight 
And the party’s just begun.
There’s a gold invitation
That bears my name
But it’s gotten lost in the mail.
It’s a melancholy world.

The mirror holds the 
Same old dour reflection 
That it used to.
But the sun will rise 
In the morning,
And the stars will light the night.
If they just took the time;
Listened to my sad song.
It’s a melancholy world. 
 

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