When They Tire, Give Them a Songbird's Sweetest Glee

When They Tire, Give Them A Songbird's Sweetest Glee Cried critics to a sad poet- " Write us happy poems now! This day while the western sky sails in blue give us gold Sad poet pondered the forceful request wondering how Now that his ink had dried and his muse was so damn old. The poet thought in sadness for many long, long hours Then this new thought raced into his aching head Give colors, rainbows glistening upon pretty flowers Silken canopy over earth's most beautiful princess's bed. When they tire, give them a songbird's sweetest glee golden soft feathers that sing as they quickly beat With honey splashed in deep in their cool green tea, give them red-hot and fantastic meals to eat. His mission accomplished the poet asked to leave the critics cried , "Hell no slave, you must stay! Then he knew, tis dangerous to such beauty weave for his crime, his freedom he must forever pay! Robert Lindley Sept 23, 1987 Old Note(1987)- Way of the world, too much is still never enough.... New note today(2016)- Way of the world, too much is still never enough....