Composers! Eighteen for Twenty Years

If life is like a Song,
compose one you won't Mind singing.
If it's more like a bell,
fashion one you won't Mind ringing!

We're all Composers
in one form or another,
every man and woman
sister or brother.

We weave with the strands
of experience and time,
every thought
or feeling in Mind.

We marvel at our lives
and never pause to Reflect,
that we are cause
as well as the effect.

When we compose in the Light
and not in the Dark,
our lives become,
WORK OF ART!

I stArted getting High when I was only eighteen; it was a hell of lot of fun if you know what I mean. I thought it was the best thing Id ever seen; my whole life was one Happy dream.

But gather round closely, lend me your ears, I was eighteen for twenty years!

My friends and I used to really try, to get High enough to kiss the sky! We tried to reach that Special place, Where all you need is love would save the race!

We thought if we maintained that Lofty state, Wed always be young but made a mistake. Cause the hands of time or the winds of fate; crushed our Dreams like a mighty eArthquake!

So gather round closely, lend me your ears, I was eighteen for twenty years!

And one day we awoke and the years were gone, Like a bird from its cage they had flown! Time had somehow passed us by, in that fog and illusion we called High!

And now Im awake but Im not the same, I have to play catch-up and Im ashamed! Cause I wasted my time on a chemical High, when fulfilling my Dreams, was a better buy!

So gather round closely, lend me your ears, I WAS EIGHTEEN FOR TWENTY YEARS!

Copyright 2001 El-Veasey Publishing

VC L. Veasey is a Musican, Songwriter, Counselor and Producer. Website: http://blackmerda.com Email: vclveasey@yahoo.com

Author:: Vc Veasey
Keywords:: Composers, Art, Mind, Reflect, Song, High, Special, Dreams, Happy, Dark, Light, Lofty, Poetry, Goodd
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