April 14th - Downers (Six of Spades)

Getting Out Of Bed Everyday

The revolution may not happen in our lifetime
Nor the Revelation - it's uncertain
If they'll ever happen really
We likely will not make it
To Jerusalem next year
And won't ever know lasting contentment
Or when to leave
Or when it's too late
No way we look this good at 45
We may not outlive our friends
We may outlive our friends
Or our children

But it's not such thoughts
That leaden my feet
Make burden of my head
Keep me
Long after I should
Glued to this bed
It is your body
Contoured against me
Rising and falling in sleep
And when I turn to rise
Your semi-conscious smile
Your cool arms reach to me
"Not yet"
So I will always stay for
One more moment
Forever if I can