1980-03-12 to the tune of

to the tune of
Kenny Roger’s
“The gambler”

There seems to be a fullness
that’s rising up to meet me
a flowing field of fondness
that seems to know my name.

Its Rose and all her babies
and love with all its names
its Danny with his flaxen hair
and its me who loves them all

I wake up in the mornings
the smiling day to greet me
so tangible beyond my touch
the truth is plain to be.

gallagher
12 Mar 80

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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