Poetry

Francis Benjamin, 26 december 2011

Song I

Come to the front of the class and
Be happy that you can sing
For many would give just all that they’ve got
For a day in the life of your heart.
With its merry dance its mellow stance its
Happy go lucky boy i’m so lucky
When does the luck run out? Song
Of the best, of the truly blessed
Played loud and never forgotten.