A Nice Little Chat

Why do I wait, will it matter not? Since time passes on, right on the dot A morsel to eat, a drink in hand Time waits for no one, not even this man The rain keeps coming, oh to my dismay But who am I? I can’t keep it away I’m just flesh and blood, no better no worse A pawn on the chess board, a coma in this verse But yet I have feelings, but what good is that? Since I can’t roll downhill if the land is flat Nor can I fly, there are no wings on me And sometimes I wonder if it’s real what I see But I’ll keep on thinking about this and that As it’s been nice having this little chat