Walked down the road the other day.
Guess that makes me one up on those with less to say.
Ask me why we act this way.
I don’t know but (I) know it’s just another good day.
Tell a friend, “have it your way.”
Just another good day.

Someone told me nothing’s gonna change the world.
I don’t believe it.
I won’t admit it.
I’m staying committed.
I think we can change the world
.

Heard enough, stood in line, didn’t want it too rough.
Someone’s gonna change the world.
Think I’ll stick around to see.
Someone’s gonna change the world.

I think I’ll just smile at the world today.
Remember it’s really not that hard to say.
I think I’ll just smile at the world today.
Come what may, smile at the world today.

Were Amish, that’s what we do.

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© Angela Abercrombie Poetry
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Don’t rock the boat.
Don’t make no wave.
Watch were you step.
Your attitude is all wrong.
Don’t misbehave.
Watch all the rules.
I’m sick of the same old song.
Sung by everyone who thinks. They have a say in.
How I run my life.
They’re establishment authority. Destined to rule all one day.
Well I ain’t following no more order.
They better stay out of my way.
The way they treat me.
Makes me put up with all this shit. I’m fed up.
Don’t do this and don’t do that.
Constantly rings inside my head. I’ve got no choice.
My life’s not mine.
It’s controlled by someone else. I’ve got to stay in line.
Bide my time.
Straighten up my mind.
If I’m going to stay.
So if I’m good.
Do as I’m told.
I’ll make it through another day. But what the hell.
I’ve got no chance.
They stuck to me like flies.
Waiting for me to get out of line.
Waiting for me to die.

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© Angela Abercrombie Poetry
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As they say in the movies.
There is no time for laughter.
No time for the things that matter to us.

They sayin the movies.
There’s no place for feelings.
No place for giving, caring or love.

They say in the movies.
They say in the movies.

I’ve heard it before.
I’ll hear it again.
They tell us the answers.
Then give us the questions.
It’s all a beginning.
That leads to the end.

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© Angela Abercrombie Poetry
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With all of me I send to thee,
Wishes of a brand new day.
Taken with all my salt,
The feelings are all real, I’d say.

Bring with you the hope,
Of all things yet to be done.
I’ll come to you on bended knees,
From here to kingdom come.

Singing always soothes my soul,
But not more than your style.
Always seems my heart skips a beat,
Whenever I see your smile.

More or less the in’s and out’s,
Of what begets our day.
I will always be here for you,
No matter what may come.

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© Angela Abercrombie Poetry
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Tell’em I was here.
Head kind of cloudy but my eyes are clear.
Tell’em I was here.
I know there’s nothing to fear.

Had my share of life’s ups and downs.
Held my head high as I moved around.
Been to the desert with nothing to drink.
Swam in the oceans but I didn’t sink.
Climbed up the mountains but I never fell.
I’ve been through fire that some would call hell.
Breached many castles they said couldn’t scale.
Raised many toasts as we told our tales.
Held my ground when time came to fight.
Threw my slot in when causes were right.
Took my place when the trumpets did call.
Many misfortunes but with stood them all.

Tell’em I was here.
Looked out the window the coast was clear.
Tell’em I was here.
I know there’s nothing to fear.

Swing my sword with passion and pain.
Served many causes but some were in vain.
Laughed at the people with nowhere to go.
Trolled through life’s swamps with nothing to show.
Met many people with plenty to say
Realizing now that my life’s just a play.
-Maybe life’s always that way-

Tell’em I was here.
Still treading water but my time is near.
Tell’em I was here.
I know there’s nothing to fear.

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© Angela Abercrombie Poetry
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Say what you will about the Kitty that followed you home.
Halfway lost and maybe all the way stoned.
Started like you ended up alone.
No more hanging up or waiting on the phone.
No use worrying you reap what you have sown.
Sometimes your own knife cuts you to the bone.
No use crying for the Kitty that followed you home.

Sometimes the poor stay poor and the rich get fat.
No sense trying to keep things under your hat.
Too much of this and way too much of that.
An itty-bitty Kitty turned into a mean alley cat.
No more leaving the key under the door mat.

Say what you will about the Kitty that followed you home.
Always lost and maybe all alone.
Never seems to worry about the seeds that she has sown.
Never cared about the two faces she has shown.
Always in a hurry to pick up the telephone.
Wielding the knife that can cut you to the bone.
No more worrying about the Kitty that followed you home.

Sometimes the sun shines, sometimes clouds are grey.
Remember how those three stooges used to play.
Remember you were the one who said take it come what may.
With baited breath you tried to think of what to say.
Now there’s no remorse, no regret and no dismay.

Say what you will about the Kitty that followed you home.
Halfway lost and maybe somewhat stoned.
Started like I ended up all alone.
No more hang ups, no more waiting on the telephone.
The bell has told time to reap what you have sown.
Your knife has cut you to the bone.
Say what you will about the Kitty that followed you home.

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© Angela Abercrombie Poetry
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All together in trumpets thunder, the would be king, has risen from his thrown.
Self important, self indulgent, his acts leave only marks of seeds he’s sown.

His kingdom come his kingdom has gone now he longs for earlier days.
His heartless deeds meant to impress only shows the error of his ways.

So say thee well and heed no violence for it only confirms his sorrow.
With little left to make his day he silently waits for an empty tomorrow.

Head held high but forward hung low he now conceeds his life to fate.
No one there to right his reign his hour in the sun has come to the late.

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© Angela Abercrombie Poetry
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