Friday, August 1, 2014


As I look up in the sky
Waiting for time to go by and by
I wish I could glide with you
That way I would not be so blue

Softly and gently going
Where ever the wind is blowing
Looking down on all below
Listening to all those who bellow

If we gain to much weight
All we have to do is cry with all our might

©2014 Brady L.B.

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