by Kenneth Harper Finton
Maybe I am jaded now
or just too old to cry.
All the tears I’ve shed before
Have left my eyes quite dry.
Friends have come and friends have gone,
how bittersweet is nature.
Work is really never done,
wars are really never won,
lives are always left undone,
success is never measured.
Blisters used to pain my hands
’til callouses replaced them.
Caring always filled my days,
’til lack of it displaced it.
Friends have come and friends have gone,
how bittersweet is nature.
Work is really never done,
wars are really never won,
lives are always left undone,
success is never measured.
and sorrow seldom ailed me,
but Father Time has dried me out
and left no room for wailing.
Friends have come and friends have gone,
how bittersweet is nature.
Work is really never done,
wars are really never won,
lives are always left undone,
success is never measured.
