At twenty three my fill I’ve had
Of things on earth both good and bad.
And if there is anything here new,
I’d like to try it–wouldn’t you?
The same old thing the same old way
Sure gets me down day after day.
I’d like to leave’ it all behind,
And go ‘way off somewhere and find
A different life, a brand new game
Where no two days are quite the same.
And then I’d wish me back, I s’pose
The same old rut– the same old clothes.
The same old thing the same old way
Looks better looking back some day!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 23, 1934