Life,
is a
waste of time baby
come
let us live
waste
no time baby
Don’t
sit,
to
brood and think
baby
the
pot is hot
drink
it
before
it melts baby
You
saw the horizon
it
was dawn there
sometime
back O‘baby
and
if you sit long enough
it
will turn to dusk baby
When
the lights would be gone
there
would be darkness O’ baby
and
nothing you do now
would
lit a candle for you O’baby
your
soul would burn
you
would wreck your mind
long
after it was your turn
you
would think what to churn
you
may write a poem
and
turn it into a rhyme
by
fitting it in with words
sounding
similar like
I
end this one with birds
It
would be phony
it
would be fake
your
loved ones may still clap
just
for your sake
You
may fill it with
a
thousand splendid suns
but
just know,
no
one will still pay a dime
if
you make it a rhyme
The
hell will be right here
and
would fill you with fury
you
would not get any rest
it
would not help
this
bringing out your best
This
is a good thing
this
which you did right now
this
getting up from your seat
no-no
don’t look back
there
is nothing on your seat
just
keep moving
your
tiny pretty feet
Let
me show you
a
nice little dance
you
just tap the earth
with
your feet
and
smile at this
stupid
sound
The
dirt will pick up
and
fill your nose
don’t
turn your face away
don’t
cover it with your robe
let
it get into you
and
laugh if you sneeze
Let
me show you
one
more little magic trick
hold
my hands
as
we dance
and
move your feet
ahead
one
step at a time
look
into my eyes
and
just hold that smile
If
you hold that
for
a little more while
I
would join you
with
my broad smile
and
soon you see
we
have broken into laughter
and
does it now matter
if
next moment life brings us
well
for the sake of rhyme
let
me say disaster!
And
now don’t go and sit back
on
your tiny old seat
don’t
leave me here
looking
at you
while
we hold yourself
and
your laughter
Be
there
if
you have to be
but
get up
just
in time
for
its time to
fall
in love
and
for once
end
this game of
well,
rhyme and time baby
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