Sunday, 17

One day
Of many days
At the fountain in the park
I fish pennies out for the arcade
All day
Ain’t it great?
I am not calling out
I am not, no
I am not calling out
I am not, no
(Sunken over the trees?)
Strewn all about
Every which way
It’s okay
I know the way
I count my weary steps
Down all the way
(To my old graze?)
One day
Many days
I am not calling out
I am not, no
I am not calling out
I am not, no