I started to write
Which set ma wee world striving
But I never thought
Oh no
That the pitching would be so bad
Oh yes
I started to sing
Which started me neighbours crying
Oh if I’d only heard
That me voice wasn’t for humming!
I looked at the sky
Rubbing me hands over me ears
And I fell outta me perch
Hurting me lungs
About things that I’d sung
Till I finally cried
Which started ma wee world laughing
Oh, if I’d only bounced
Then the joke wouldn’t be on me!
That was me a pondering after listening to these sad, but lovely words, sung by Robin Gibb.
And me surmising is no surprise, that those who share the emotions of pain and joy have a heart to share. Just hope I can get that over in me writings.
