Got a few things going for me,
keeping me on the level—
things that are right there in front of me.
keeping me on the level—
things that are right there in front of me.
Clouds sailing east in the sky,
my compost shovel—
things I’ve got going for me.
my compost shovel—
things I’ve got going for me.
Device screens displaying song
lyrics
(Every humble
knee surely must bow). And there’s my
(Every humble
knee surely must bow). And there’s my
old Gibson mandolin
and my plectrum of yellow
wedged in there between the strings.
and my plectrum of yellow
wedged in there between the strings.
And (wayward me!) how can I not
mention
my own two feet walking the level and unlevel
ground, right there in front of me,
my own two feet walking the level and unlevel
ground, right there in front of me,
and all of my sweet distanced
friends
whose loving texts let me be grateful
for all I’ve still got going for me,
right there in front of me?
whose loving texts let me be grateful
for all I’ve still got going for me,
right there in front of me?
