Old Cold Fear

Iíve known better times
When making rhymes
Was easily done
And usually fun

But now it seems
That with my dreams
The words have died
Or are locked inside

And I canít get Ďem out
Though I scream and shout
The word wonít come
ĎCause it just ainít fun
when your heartís gone cold
and your mind feels old

I donít know how I got here
And Iím not sure why I came
I guess my dreams have died of fear
And I wonder whether Iím entirely sane

Lifeís no fun when youíve lost the power
To bath in love like the fresh wild flower

© Craig Chadwick
undated, maybe 1978


"We each have our own way of living in the world, together we are like a symphony.
Some are the melody, some are the rhythm, some are the harmony
It all blends together, we are like a symphony, and each part is crucial.
We all contribute to the song of life."
...Sondra Williams

We might not always agree; but TOGETHER we will make a difference.


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