Good things come, they say,
to those that wait, and wait more.
I’m getting mine soon.
The snow on the ground,
made the fields white and quite cold,
still I love the sight.
I am now hopeful,
of change that will change it all,
and cause me to fly.
Fly high in the sky,
over clouds, and rain that’s falling,
somewhere that needs it.
The dragons do sleep,
their rampage was a wake up,
but bed called them home.
A bed of treasure,
more than you can ever count,
yes, in a lifetime,
The coffee is cold,
sitting quietly by my side,
somewhat neglected.
The tune is the same,
the three chords and simple tune,
verse, chorus and a bridge.
A bridge is useful,
you can always use a bridge,
just find it’s purpose.
I am a dreamer,
but I sleep in a silence,
waking up early.
Nighttime calls its time,
and we fall under its spell,
that is tiredness,
The music plays on,
the music themes of my life,
ragtime, blues and jazz.
I am feeling jazz,
the kind that swings and moves it,
and makes me join in.
