“All things must pass
None of life's strings can last
So I must be on my way
And face another day”-Harrison
2021 is fading away with a whimper. Or is it a cough? I can’t hear ya from behind that mask.
Off from work and letting time slip, it’s so easy to slip.
Redfern rain and the empty streets of this big city. Paranoia strikes deep.
Crawling through this strain seems to have sucked the life out of celebrations once again.
But as my Dad said, “New Year’s Eve is amateurs night.”
Looking forward to some Northern Rivers magic very soon.
Garden Of Eden,
Ease slowly into 2022.
Saltwater revitalization and relaxation.
“Up at Cody's camp, I spent my days, oh,
With flatcar riders and cross-tie walkers.
Old Cody, Junior took me over,
Said, "You're gonna find the world is smould'rin'.
And if you get lost come on home to Green River."
Come on home. Come on home.
Get under the covers!