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Sunday, July 19, 2015

Cavendish Pipe


I'm just all alone but it's not quite a fright,
I sit on this porch and smoke my cavendish pipe.
The snow falls, it's cold;
I feel the things that I felt,
I fear getting old.
I'm just on the porch smoking my cavendish pipe,
the smoke is thick and it's late, well into the night.
I'm here, you're never around;
it's just me and no one is here,
they aren't when they are.
The tobacco in my pipe is burning up,
I guess I'll call it a night,
I didn't feel how I wanted tonight.
But there's always next time,
Even though this was like last.
I'll just rest my pipe and call it a night,
tuck my shoes under the bed and turn out the light.

(edited 9/14/15)

1 comment:

Weswise said...

Prior version:

I'm just all alone but it's not quite a fright,
I sit on this porch,
and smoke my cavendish pipe.
The snow falls, it's cold;
I feel the things that I felt,
and I fear getting old.
I'm just on the porch,
smoking my cavendish pipe,
the smoke is thick and it's late, well into the night.
I'm here, you're never around,
it's just me, and no one is here, they aren't when they are.
The tobacco in my pipe is burning up,
I guess I'll call it a night,
I didn't feel the way I wanted to feel tonight.
But there's always next time,
Even though this was like last time,
I'll just rest my pipe and call it a night,
tuck my shoes under the bed and turn out the light.