A Quarters' Way
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me now?
I’m squeezing out between
Pink Floyd and Willie Nelson,
a generation in the middle
of right and wrong.
Will you call me?
Will you call me now?
I haven’t gone deaf,
even if it seems that way.
I’m just caught in the aftermath
Of everything I can’t control.
Squeeze it now friend.
Squeeze for all it’s worth.
You only have to worry
about today.
Tomorrow’s orange juice
can wait for your arrival.
It’s simply now!
It’s simply today!
Will you challenge me
or leave me to beg
for your leadership?
C’mon you legend!
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me now?
Copyright © Pamela Davison | Year Posted 2005
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