The Easiest of Jobs

I’m naïve, but untill then When belately realize That I stopped to understand Much to my surprise I’m a fool, but then one day Spring comes down again And I have too much to say For a foolish brain Who am I, I could have known If only one could see But it seems they’re on their own And as alone, as me No more sycophants around No one says kind words Still I’m sharing what was found In my past time world Who can see it, who cannot I don’t give a damn The easiest of jobs I’ve got In my no man’s land.