Why do I sit and write this stuff?
Pure love, my friends, pure love
I’ve always had a love for words
Now a gift from up above
Has shown itself to be my lot
What a lucky guy am I
I’m always going to write my stuff
Until the day I die.
Why do I sit and write I ask
But the answers always there
Cause when I’m writing down my words
I have me nary a care
The words just flow, it’s wonderful
This feeling that I get
There’s something that I want to say
But I ain’t said it yet.
Why do I sit and write, you ask
It’s a thing that I must do
I’ve done it now since just a child
And there’s always something new
To write about, I never lack
A thing or two to say
And anyway I am retired
And it helps me pass my day.
28 August 2013 @ 1500hrs.