Another Day
IT’S WAY TOO FAR FOR ME TO
SEE
THE NECTAR AND THE
BUMBLE BEE
I DANCE AND SING AROUND THE
ROOM
WAITING AND HOPING FOR THE
NOON
WHEN
LUNCH IS SERVED
BISCUITS AND HONEY
CHEESE AND WINE
FISH AND SEA WEED
GRAPES ON THE VINE
AFTER ALL IS SAID AND DONE
I FIND THAT LUNCH IS ALWAYS FUN
TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY
TO SIT AND WAIT FOR LUNCH
AGAIN
TO COME AWAY
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2011
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