mourn: the story from california {part four}
October 17th, 2010 § Leave a Comment
[part four]
She shouldn’t stop,
She couldn’t stop
She wouldn’t stop
Then she did
Broken dreams and shattered goals
It’s what she does, it makes her whole
No more flying
No more climbing
Time to play a different role
She stopped for joy
Joy was worth more
Angels find joy in flight over earth
Mortals find joy in the trenches of birth
She’d always found joy
By going back to her roots
And slipping backing into familiar old suits
Love had created
A new source of joy
A new work, a new calling
Pain not withstanding
A new gift so enthralling
Building, working
Loving, hurting
Joy brought fear
A great many cares
We were worried
Don’t know why
Birds don’t worry,
They just fly
One zero, one six
Two zero, zero eight
Amelia and me, flying, flying
Joy just flew away
Flying now might kill your joy
She realized just too late
Joy flew, joy flies
Joy’s flown away
Something could be done
But nothing is for free
Men who hurry, won’t do work
For fees they don’t think they’ll see
She should’ve hurried,
Should’ve worried
Love has bills to pay
Love won’t get you money honey
But money pays for joy to stay.
Fin
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