Just Any Old Kind Of Day
Sitting here, relaxing in my easy chair.
Just some time to rest my tired eyes.
Thinking about the State Fair.
Thinking about how time flys.
Thinking how my grandson really tries.
It was just an any old kind of day.
The kind that comes and slips away.
The kind that fills up easy my life’s time.
The night brought any old kind of dark.
I felt the beating of my heart.
Seems to me that everything is fine.
Wondering about my old friends?
Hope their all doing fine?
Thinking how it all begins?
Then wondering about the end of the line.
Knowing there’s more to kill than time.
It was just an any old kind of day.
The kind that comes and slips away.
The kind that fills up easy my life’s time.
The night brought any old kind of dark.
I felt the beating of my heart.
Seems to me that everything is fine.
I heard what sounded like a chicken.
Coming from the field out in back.
Then I heard the clock a ticking.
Telling me it’s time to hit the rack.
Time enough for thinking in the sack.
It was just an any old kind of day.
The kind that comes and slips away.
The kind that fills up easy my life’s time.
The night brought any old kind of dark.
I felt the beating of my heart.
Seems to me that everything is fine.
————————————————–R. W. Johnson—-(2011)