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Fill my days with sunny skies Fill my nights with stars Tell me once again that we are on our way to Mars Fill my mind with fantasies Fill my head with dreams Tell me you are not averse to going to extremes Fill my flute with pink champagne Fill my cup with wine Let us drink our fill of each then tell me that you're mine Fill my pouch with precious stones Fill my purse with gold Tell me we'll forever be together, growing old When I feel the heat coming off the street I'm thankful for the breeze When I feel dismayed by a lack of shade I'm thankful for the trees When I spend all day at work or play I'm thankful for my bed When I think of life without a wife I'm thankful to be wed When I crave a spell at a fine hotel I'm thankful for the Ritz When I'm all alone in the great unknown I'm thankful for my wits When something wrong goes on too long I'm thankful when it ends When I contemplate my happy fate I'm thankful for my friends And one last thing I would like to say: I'm thankful to be here on Thanksgiving Day There are witches in the garden It must be Halloween A really scary bunch this year The worst I've ever seen There's a skinny headless horseman with his head in a plastic bag And a skeleton wearing a cape that's made from a skull and crossbones flag I can see a pack of vampires drinking blood from filthy bowls Surrounded by a surly mob of goblins and their trolls Tarantulas and scorpions are creeping up the walls The ground is thick with rattlesnakes and anything that crawls I've seen enough, I'm terrified It's time to go to bed Come sunrise I sincerely hope that I don't wake up dead Give me food when I am hungry Give me water when I'm dry If you want to give me freedom Come and teach me how to fly I must get beyond the mountains I must get me to the sea Where an angel of the morning Has been sent to wait for me Then the waters will be parted And I'll walk across the sand To a place I've only dreamed of In a long-forgotten land Give me peace and give me shelter On my island in the sun All my yesterdays behind me My tomorrows just begun I love my sweet so-and-so more than life itself is something the poets have said You may have seen it a time or two in some of the poems you've read There are people whose hearts have hardened so much that they cannot agree with the poet Though they once may have had an ounce of romance they are far too cynical to show it But the fortunate few who have found the true love for whom they would helplessly fall Will tell you that life without the love of your life is not worth living at all "Enjoy your youth" the old man said The young man laughs and shakes his head Quite sure his life will be enchanted For he, being young, takes youth for granted Time is on his side, he's told But time will pass and make him old The old man knows this to be true For he was once a young man too So sweet is youth with young hearts beating! Alas, those blissful days are fleeting Though youth is strong and bold and clever It will never last forever When time steals youth and all its charms Old age awaits with open arms I don't think I've ever had so much fun as I had when Greyson hit a home run A hush filled the bleachers where everyone sat when his turn came and he picked up his bat He kicked the dirt, stepped up to the plate trying his best to concentrate The pitcher was good, his aim was true but Greyson knew what he had to do He swung at the ball with all his might and could tell by the sound that he'd hit it just right He dropped his bat and started to run rounding the bases one by one The outfield boys did all they could but all they did was just no good The crowd went wild to see the play when Greyson hit a home run today If you should come by land I'll spot your footprints where the grass is wet with dew I'll see tracks across the meadows that I'll know were made by you Signs like these are unmistakable and hard to misconstrue They are telltale confirmations of a promised rendezvous If you should come by sea I'll find traces of your passage on the ocean floor I'll hear you in the yawning fjords where restless waters roar On beaches where relentless waves are pounding on the shore I'll catch a glimpse of destiny and what might lie in store If you should come by air I'll catch snatches of your fragrance on the morning breeze Butterflies will escort you in groups of twos and threes Leaves will flutter in the gentle wind that whispers in the trees And I'll be waiting at the gate to take possession of the keys Day has dawned The morning light spills over the rim of the world Girded by golden hills I open my eyes to receive you You say this day is mine and I believe you The sun hangs high above my head Here where we bake our daily bread I open my arms to receive you You say these fields will feed us all and I believe you Now night has fallen Darkest night beneath a darkened sky Where precious light has come to die I open my heart to receive you You say the sun will rise again and I believe you Scarlet poppies dance in the breeze Bluebonnets bloom below We've come a long way from that winter freeze A couple of months ago Birds and bees are here once again For their annual exuberant fling Migrating back to the fertile domain Of the flowers that bloom in the spring Watching the wildflowers budding anew In this chorus of joyful rebirth Helps me remember that I, like you, Am a fruit of this bountiful Earth |
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