I’m on the edge of composure
I feel it brush me by somedays
its getting close I know now
cause I can feel it slip away
One morning I’ll make it
I’ll get up and run away
all of my tensions will leave then
and I’ll treasure the rest of the day
And when evening comes I’ll find
there’s nothing I want to do
except lie down and rest lightly
and let my body renew
The days will begin to string out
pearls in some joyous chain
of running morning’s composure
and just enough food to maintain.
gallagher
30 july 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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