In-between Lost Hours
I'd wasted the hours
between midnight and dawn,
By dreaming of places
where I did not belong.
Kept recalling the words
of an old country song,
About loving and life
and all that can go wrong.
Woke up on the new morn
to a grey colored sky;
Someone had said the sun
won't shine until mid May.
Down the street the old dogs
have been barking away,
Thought I should have then moved
to eastern Mandalay.
Listened to the news that
tomorrow will bring rains;
It's good news for farmers
while others just complain.
Weather does some strange things,
it can drive men insane;
They might find sanity
on the south coast of Spain.
I spoke to a young gal
in a calico dress,
Her beauty was quite soft
but it also impressed.
Said she'd never be kept
as she worked under stress,
Delivering the mail
for the pony express
Swear I once had the keys
to the kingdom in hand,
But I've since learned through years
nothing e'er goes as planned.
In-between lost hours
and distant shores of sand,
There's so much of life
I'll never understand.
Copyright © Daniel Larson | Year Posted 2024
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