Mr. Dramatic
Mr. Dramatic
Came down from his attic,
Putting misfortune at bay.
He stood on the front porch
And announced to the crowd,
“I’ve said all I have to say.”
“I ran for the laughter,
Away from the tears,
Yet there’s no escaping
the fears and the years.
The crowd did not understand,
They collectively sighed,
He began to giggle,
Smiles followed the sigh.
Mr. Dramatic returned –
To his attic and cried.
“They’ll not see the teardrops,”
He said to the desk,
and mirror, and all,
“Because I’m the one there
to pick them up
Whenever they fall.”
“I’ll keep on smiling
Because complaining won’t do.
The world looks better when
someone else is laughing, too.”
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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.
Peace be with you.
Okay, in the mountains it’s called a boulder. Some places in Texas we call it a pebble. Other places we call it a rock. In still other places we would call it a hill and build an overpass over it. But in the mountains, it’s a damn boulder.
everyday for a couple of weeks. It would be kind of cool for a while, but the novelty has to wear off. And it pretty much limits what you can do with the yard. “Let’s go party by the boulder,” has to get old after a while.
Good question, thank you for asking. More waiting, I’m afraid. Waiting for the single to be released. Waiting for the time when live music becomes common again. I’m in no hurry if health is at issue.
I will be playing for about half an hour at 6 p.m. (CT) this evening (6/19). It’s last minute notice, but my son, Conner, had to finish setting up his new computer and connecting everything. We ran a quick test last night and everything seems to be set.
