1/7/19

I saw the rainclouds forming in the evening
Take my coffee in the greenhouse in the downpour
I wonder what it takes to become famous?
I wonder what it’s like to die beloved-
Back home there was a farmer in his eighties-
Said everything was good when you lived easy
Had everybody begging to come see him.
Gave quarters to the grandkids when they’d see him-
It’s sweet to live that simply
To live until you stop without much trouble,
And I think about the Sunday edition-
An obituary I read back in grade school
Just read, “He loved watching television”
And the rain is tapping harder on the glass
Like someone trying to forgive me
And I know that these rainstorms always pass-
It must be sweet to live that simply.
It really must be sweet to live that simply.

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