Never A Lonesome Dove
I'm so tired and so weary but never a lonesome dove
I've always tried to fit in where ever I visit there of,
On many unknown varsities I'll gloriously be only me
So very humble as if I were only a little bee so happily free
Where ever I hang my baseball cap or even my cowgirl hat, oh as socially as I see
How can some of these people can never go an extra, extra mile being happily?
Why cannot some of these people where I've worked hard all my life
I've always kept a firm resolution, to be happy with whatever I do in strife,
In some increment of devices, some people all keep in an upbeat veiled faces
When all I want is heavenly angels to wear or smile and itialize true traces,
Of no antagonistic histrionics of devious and innovating identities as crisis
I'm only a mere country kind of gal; that has no negative abnormal-analysis,
In many destitute places I do love writing or whatever I do think of
I'm so tired and so weary but never a lonesome, lonesome dove,
I'm so tired and so weary but never a lonesome, lonesome dove
I’m so tired and so weary but never a lonesome, lonesome dove.
Written: Nov. 20, 2014
Yvonne
Categories:
varsities, blue, change,
Form: Rhyme