I have a song
That I would sing
If it weren ‘t wrong–
I like to sing.
I sense a verse
I’d like to write,
But some would curse–
I won’t tonight.
There is a girl
Who could be kissed–
She is a pearl;
But I’d be hissed.
And so, forgive
Our humdrum lives:
He wants to live
Who Just survives.
by Ray Romine Sunday, December 9, 1945
