Time to Count
Small mercies.
There are places where the faces are.
Shine like the rising sun
Or like a clock on the wall
Are always on the run
When they’re down, they wear a frown,
The world seems upside down,
Time to count small mercies,
And share the rare renown.
Up and down and in between,
My moods move me along,
Being sometimes by myself,
Then part of the song.
It’s good to count the upside,
Quantity of quality,
Be pleased as easy as the breeze,
And true tranquillity.
Lift me high to the sky
Raise me to new heights,
Standing on the rooftops,
I was watching fighting kites.
So it goes, no one knows,
Which way things will turn,
Yearning for the good times,
I am waiting to return.
Out amongst the raindrops,
Freefall from the sky,
When the heavens weep,
Overflow and cry.
Clouds that crowd around me,
Blue skies up above,
Free of fulsome filaments,
And the push and shove.
The upside is the energy,
Messages my brain receives,
And the full cognition,
That my mind perceives.
©
David Rudder
2022
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