An Observation And Thought
We once were many and now we are few.
As strands of our graying heads thin and fall to the ground,
So passes the veterans, "our comrades."
Home to their appointed destiny.
And Were Ye At Duntocher Burn
And were ye at Duntocher burn,
And did ye see them a', man?
And how's my wifie and the bairns?
I hae been lang awa', man.
I dream, do you?
It's the natural thing to do.
Dreams have not limits, there's wrongs and rights,
You can live a lifetime in the short hours of the nights.
I have my little hug-a bug, a friend no one can see,
And everywhere I go, it comes along with me.
Its home is in my pockets, a front one or a back,
Sometimes I can't find it, it's a needle in a haystack.
Planning a vacation for weeks and now the time has arrived.
Have you thought of every need so you can survive?
Last minute packing is a hustle and bustle.
And getting the extras in takes lots of muscle.
If I Could Be
Were that I could be a mountain
made to last eternities,
Standing there in God's splendor,
live forever and always be.