Little Blue Me
When high hopes get tossed
The blues come on 'round,
What once was long lost
Can be so easily found
They'll be gone in a hurry
Too fast for you to see,
So, don't you worry
'Bout little blue me
I'll just play that song
'Til the mood has passed,
'Til the blues say, so long
They never really do last
Singing all the words
Up there in my head,
Whistling like the birds
And off the blues fled
Dark days like these
They come and they go,
In and out like the breeze
And that's life, I know
I'll make them scurry
Far and away they'll be,
So, don't you worry
'Bout little blue me.
(9/7/2022)
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2022
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