Living After While
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Wistful winds play with the scent of summer,
honeysuckle and bees, beer and a buzz,
baseball, TV… and children in the yard.
minutes passing by one second at time,
slow motion living thick and rich
Breath in breath out ain’t this what it’s about?
Granpa’s napping on the porch,
and grandma’s in the kitchen mak’n apple pie,
Little Billy wheelies his bicycle, you can smell the Earth as he pass’s by.
Little Sally’s blowing daffodils at firefies brightening the dusk with her smile. Breath in, breath out…
This is what you call living afterwhile.
Ummmm you can feel the forgetful breeze of yesterday’s sorrows.
This ain’t no time to think about the struggles of everydays tomorrows.
I look again one more time into her eyes, and find the love of deep blue sky. Breath in breath out, ain’t this what it’s all about?
Granpa’s napping on the porch,
and grandma’s in the kitchen mak’n apple pie,
Little Billy wheelies his bicycle, you can smell the Earth as he pass’s by.
Little Sally’s blowing daffodils at firefies brightening the dusk with her smile. Breath in, breath out…
This is what you call living afterwhile.
honeysuckle and bees, beer and a buzz,
baseball, TV… and children in the yard.
minutes passing by one second at time,
slow motion living thick and rich
Breath in breath out ain’t this what it’s about?
Granpa’s napping on the porch,
and grandma’s in the kitchen mak’n apple pie,
Little Billy wheelies his bicycle, you can smell the Earth as he pass’s by.
Little Sally’s blowing daffodils at firefies brightening the dusk with her smile. Breath in, breath out…
This is what you call living afterwhile.
Ummmm you can feel the forgetful breeze of yesterday’s sorrows.
This ain’t no time to think about the struggles of everydays tomorrows.
I look again one more time into her eyes, and find the love of deep blue sky. Breath in breath out, ain’t this what it’s all about?
Granpa’s napping on the porch,
and grandma’s in the kitchen mak’n apple pie,
Little Billy wheelies his bicycle, you can smell the Earth as he pass’s by.
Little Sally’s blowing daffodils at firefies brightening the dusk with her smile. Breath in, breath out…
This is what you call living afterwhile.
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