Friday, July 24, 2015

My Turn

When my turn comes
-I know it will-
I’ll mask a smile
Walk over the hill

When my turn comes,
Right down the road
I’ll kick my shoes
And drop my load

When my turn comes,
If then or now,
I’ll race the wind;
Make willows bow.

When my turn comes,
Maybe today
Pay your respects
I’ve naught to say.