No Overs, Baby
No Overs, Baby
Day is done and coming night so very, very long
gone is my youth when I was so massively strong
Seasons no longer hold those sweet, epic thrills
treks into the forests and walks in the blue hills
No longer joy in the conquests of wild, wild life
no fun sitting on the blade of a razor sharp knife
Retreat, regret, remorse none turn that magic key
can never stop the pain for the very life of me
If life were music sad would be the maddening song
no pardon for the misdeeds so very harsh and wrong!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-14- 2014
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
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