Words Passing You By

calloused lungs beating against scrambled letters.

cannot get it right, cannot get it right.

just hum along instead, fingers leading the way.

up and down the fret, mind wandering.

watch the golden morning slip away.

rest the weary lungs for awhile.

let the sun turn to dusk behind the mountains,

reaching over to the last light of the day.

there are more chances tomorrow.

♥♥

p.s. bombard Adelaide and tell her to do Love Overflowing on Monday. ;-)