Summer, Winter, to and from,
With laughter as the rule of thumb,
Fly through moments—walk through some,
Unburden others crumb by crumb,
Light in wallet, heavy in mind,
With every shining star, aligned,
And every state I leave behind
A hundred smiles intertwined,
Spring and Autumn, high and low,
Departing every place I go,
From somber days and nights aglow
To steeper cliffs and deeper snow,
A bitter gift—a life adrift.
I float upon the graveyard shift,
It brings me down, it gives me lift,
Befriend the end to mend the rift,
Week by week and year by year,
Up and down, I disappear,
Don’t you frown or shed a tear,
Just take a shot and have a beer,
I live on wings and sleep in clouds,
But hear your voice between the crowds,
Not too meek and not too proud,
Your words to me are clear and loud:
“Love. Laugh. Love—Repeat!
Sing it like a parakeet.
Make it real and make it sweet.
Make the ends and make them meet.”
And so, one day, when all is right,
When out of town and out of sight,
They’ll all renown my greatest flight—
But not today, and not tonight.
