Whoa I'm getting too old for these projects.
These old bones ache
with too much work they shake
from the tiring effort & yet i must go on
These old bones, they
have carried me on many
travelled roads and paths
which echo my very soul
These old bones can shiver
The heat has is waning now
Days are slipping faster by me
The flowers and the bells!
oh how lovely they seem today
for today of all days
I'm going to be a swamped.
My busy tasks give me little time
Before dancing sun and the wind
whips around my leading path
The motorcycles roar to life ever so sweetly!
OH what a miserable time for painting
When I'm in my dreaming state of wind Engines roars with anticipation
I've had to move faster on this place
But I will not tally too long here.
I've sang with the chorus of mourners
and I've been among the broken bells
and I've seen misery at its finest
and still I stand just as well with these old bones.
Nothing can break my courage
nothing can quell my pride
I have been here for a long time
and I don't plan to subside because of these aching bones.
I have faced many hardships
I have always fought and won
but then sometimes the pain
Is here too much...
These bones are old
they ache and they moan
they creak and they groan
because I still dance the dance
I'm on my way to roam with bells...
Nana
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