Friday, January 21, 2005

Snow

Clouds of disappointments
keep reminding me
of everything
that I am not.
The trees have arthritis now
as they point at me -
laughing and asking
just what have I got?

So, snow, come and grow
higher on my window
clear my head down to my toes -
there's nothing left here anymore
fill me up with
snow

Winter wears no wig now
she's bald and she's bold
and I better keep walking
before I catch cold.
I need direction
I always need to be told
It's low down and shady -
how fast I'm growing old

So, snow, come and grow
higher on my window
clear my head down to my toes -
there's nothing left here anymore
fill me up with
snow

My heart is stuck to the ground
I'm a frozen flat tire
and this lug won't come undone
I'm so uninspired.
Just a little snow now
Yeah that's what I desire -
And I'll roll down on this road
and look for some fire.

So, snow, come and grow
higher on my window
clear my head down to my toes -
there's nothing left here anymore
fill me up with
snow

- Jimmy Derbis



By Professor Batty



1 Comments:

Blogger Lady of the lake said...

"fill me up with snow"... We received not only our fill, but our "cup runneth over". Keep warm Professor.

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