MIDLIFE BLUES

Every nite I feel so blue
cause life has passed me by
I try to think of something happy
so I won't break down & cry.
The only way to get by
is to turn sadness into art
To turn the dust & ashes
into sculpture of the heart.

 Now I don't want no dinner
I don't want to bake
I just want some way
to help me dull this ache
I can play the piano
I can write a dozen songs
I can write a great big novel
just to pass the time along

 Now I once had a husband
a daughter & 2 sons
The world went on without me
and now they all are gone
I just got my own bedroom
I got my own new car
but with no one to ride with me
it won't take me very far.

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