Hi
It can't be hidden in your pocket,
Say hi! The helmet won't hide glance,
You will not reach the stars with rocket
of wealthy man; there is no chance.
But it's so good to hear in being
that someone says to you just hi!
While water's running, cane is dreaming,
when you drink tea with morning pie.
When you are sad, and red September
or sunny August knocks in door,
There's only one thing you'll remember,
I'm saying hi and nothing more.
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2016
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