Forecast For Life
So here I sit tapping away
Wondering what words to say
The worldwide news is on the telly
But it all seems rather smelly
The weather forecast is now on
I hope it sings a better song
But there is nothing I can say or do
As the weather forecast is not new
Rain and thunder will descend
Until high pressure comes again
Oh how life is much the same
I don’t know but we seem to name
Every storm that comes our way
Never mind it doesn’t matter
The weather forecast will get better
So what’s the next name of my temper
Shall I call it Barbarossa
For you and me we just need to see
That life is up and down
Like the weather changes everyday
We just need to find our way
Through life’s bellwether
DAMO
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