Opus Më!

What A Wonderful Would-be World,

It Would be if things were different!

I'm thinking of my Health, as well!

And the Wealth that I don't have.

"It's Monday Money in the Bank", they say!

I haven't seen much this year!

It's true, I like to drink Whiskey,

And chase it down with Beer!

The Monkey on my back,

Is getting heavier and stronger,

The more I'm filled with fear,

Of the unknown possibilities!

The answer is never clear!

But Nat King Cole,

Is Unforgettable!

His idea had some spirit!

He hoped and wished,

Every Human Being,

Would somehow try to live it!

Does it still remain to be seen?

Forgive again and forgive it again,

When Love is truly flying.

Higher than the highest height,

Now, what's the use in trying?

The Talking Batton,

You hold it when you speak,

And if someone talks,

You hit them on the Noggin!

I'm off the Hook again,

And it's only a quarter past Ten!

Who cares about the Clock!

When I can Roll and I will Rock!

To Jazz and Blues when I'm in the mood!

These Rhythms soothe my Soul, my head,

Late at night, when I'm alone!

Without all of you in my Lonely Room!

I think of Sean and Chloe!

Who doesn't even know,

Robbie and Melina!

It's hard to grasp or believe!

The vast distance,

That is between them,

In a Town so Small and Bleak,

You'd think that they'd have met!

But I guess time will have to tell!

In this horrible atmosphere!

Between Adults who Fein fear,

In a Self Made Prison Cell!