I never carry tote bags and cherries
strutting the streets like frisked apple berries
waltzing beneath the stars of the night
I have my own way to keep my face bright.
When the rain comes
and the lights fade
I start to frown
but then I remember
why I am in town
no longer can sorrows reign.
Fluffy orange cakes and rich homemade frosting
made with profession mixed to exhausting
eggs filing out of their cardboard caves
cracking open like newborn pale waves.
When the times flies
and the phone rings
I start to doubt
but then I remember
what this is about
no longer can boredom win.
Wet heads of lettuce and ripe red tomatoes
steaming soft carrots that rest on potatoes
all of these friends I know by name
I prepare them not always the same.
When the clock strikes
and the bells chime
I start to cry
but then I remember
my heart so high
no longer can darkness fall.
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Written, or rather sung, to the tone of "My Favorite Things" from the best musical around The Sound Of Music. I hope you enjoy!
