Afternoon breeze slaps my face
In punishment for what I did
Agonizing coolness, though refreshing,
Leaves me solemnly amid
It's sunny out and playful moods
Enclose the pretty day
For some it's lovers' paradise
My truth can see it's not that way.
Spring nights will soon come to be
A holiday in everyone's life
Soon they will marry their loves
To make a happy husband and wife
And here I am all lonesome
I could really stand a friend
I wonder why they turn away?
My truth can see it's near the end.
I remember when I was young
My old uncle said:
Look after life as a party
Of fun and games, and don't be sad.
I have a picture of him
On top of my old tarnished desk
But I have no fun and games to play
In fact, no real happiness!
It's terrible to be alone
Without a hand to hold
Is there a certain pattern to follow?
My truth is what my uncle told.
©1968 r.stevie moore
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