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.
If the writing were all we had to do ...
ReplyDeleteAnd all the hard grafting before you even put pen to paper, or fingers to the keyboard... No rest for the imagination!
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