YARDSTICKS


Just like the plug without the fuse

We all lose.

If we should measure our life

In the house, the car,

The kids or the wife.

We all lose.

That perspective to me is lost.

For what does it cost?

To hear the ringing of bells

Of blue flowers.

April showers.

The thrill of the trill of those on the wing

The beutiful melody of birds as they sing.

Measure your life as you will.

Still.

If measured in silver and gold

That’s all you will have,

When you arrive at being old.

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