Can anybody tell me
what happens to a smile
when a bright and constant beam
fades to once in a distant while?
A sigh one time blissful
like a cool breeze on your cheek,
then a sigh dragging heavy
with the wind cutting bleak.
Can anybody tell me
where faith will come to rest
when delivered by the blind
to the wrong address?
A gift made for giving
full of love and good intent,
then the bagman took the dream
out of everything I dreamt.
Can anybody tell me
is time on your side?
I have too much to spend alone
and time one day will fly
up to where the smiles go,
up where faith’s reclaimed.
Can anybody tell me
have you time to feel the same?
Another draft of a happy ditty from the HB pencil of Hazy Dizzylady, the Highland Island Bard.
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