Circle
Circle
You’re my sunrise and sunset;
O’ My full and empty pocket!
When at Rising you shine so hopefully bright,
Giving ways to my spendthrift delight.
When the sun sets like a day spent that comes to an end
The emptiness created by having to all the nickels spend
The rise of my material happiness, that gets me on toes
Well it shows me real faces even; of my folks
As the day turned into night; sunrise to the sun sets
Looking forward to relaxing; as tiring as it gets
This Empty pocket of man and material;
The Human Sun rises and sets!