As the Day Goes On
As the man walks with the planes
that fly overhead,
he turns to the East
and watches the sun come up... As the day goes on...
The pretty girl smiles at the boy she likes,
and the boy walks on looking at the planes fly overhead,
and the ugly boy looks at the pretty girl... and dreams of them together,
As the day goes on...
The planes they land
and the planes they fly,
picking people up and dropping them off,
carrying them to God knows where,
and bringing them back from hell and back...
as the day goes on...
The men and women ignore each other... as the day goes on...
The old people die,
and the young are born
and the poets write and cry
and the musicians overdoes and dies... as the day goes on...
Laughs and cries,
smiles and frowns,
birth and death,
and more death comes, as the day goes on.
Take me on the 747 jumbo-jet,
let me go,
I want to go,
give me my poetry,
leave me my love,
give me my woman,
and let me live my life,
as the day goes on.
Too many people look at me and grin,
say I live life wrong,
but yet, they have not even begun to live life at all,
oh, take me away,
and light my cigarette,
as the man in the corner eats his toast and drinks his morning coffee,
shaking his legs.
And the woman, paying through college
serves the lonely men in gentlemen's clubs,
but they all smile,
masks everywhere,
hearts broken,
sadness... as the day goes on and on and on...
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2014
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