“Summer time and the living is easy,”
Only it ain’t, especially if you
Can’t stop and smell the roses,
Poor kids on rusted swings
In the church yard next door,
More free in their simply way
Than the hustlers and bustlers
With heads full of schemes,
If only I could rush out
And feel clean air again,
Cool or hot,
Breathe free when we
Spend our lives desperate
For something to happen;
It never does,
We all live school kids lives
Waiting for the school doors
To open and let us loose
Not to return until
After Labor Day,
I want to live my life
Over again
And I suspect you
Do, too,
Only we’ve both
Forgotten how.
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