Not a minute


Not a minute
Not a second
Not a penny’s worth, or a leaf fallen from a tree
would I
Would I what?
Would I change a thing
Would I live another’s dream
Live rough and tough through another’s desperate time
One that couldn’t be greater than mine

Not a minute
Not a second
Not a penny’s worth or fallen leaf from trembling tree
Would I give
To change a thing about my time—when

Let the Rock, of Roll
Chase my aged old soul
Into life’s next place, for nature to hold
Let the breeze of time, caress my skin till it’s moist with
Another’s time

And let me knock on Heavens door all alone
Let me knock, on heaven’s door…all alone

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