I could do less of everything,
no matter if I’m feeling bold.
The harmony of a singing bird,
these days, makes me feel old,
and a little wiser,
because I’ve heard
that birdsong before.
And here I sit tiredly,
asking naught for more.
Writings and Brain Juice from Joshua Sampson
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I could do less of everything,
no matter if I’m feeling bold.
The harmony of a singing bird,
these days, makes me feel old,
and a little wiser,
because I’ve heard
that birdsong before.
And here I sit tiredly,
asking naught for more.