After Math
You count the days so many ways.
But the bottom line just don't add up.
The clouds roll in and it's all a haze.
Without a little cream and sugar in your cup.
The ten o'clock news repeats the six o'clock news.
Two times a night doesn't change the views.
Kinda makes ya wanna just turn off the set.
Enough's enough, your gonna get what you get.
You see two people where there used to be three.
You do your calculations, but your still not sure you see.
How you can remove a piece and it still works.
Must be the presence of her essence that still lurks.
No matter how you slice it, whether you triple it or twice it.
The answer still comes up the same.
One day at a time until you die.
That's the only rule to the game.
Copyright © Robert Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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