So who would think a cataclysmic change
Was coming just for them? I’m listening
To Joan Baez, remember her and when
She was the hottest thing around? And then
The bubble burst and Folk was out of date.
The other day I heard about the pros
Who rake in millions playing children’s games
And that, when all the adulation stops,
It only takes a couple years before
They find that all their money’s disappeared.
Who was it said, “Count no man happy who
Is still alive”? So where does that leave me?
Surrounded by my books and fruit trees should
I be content, be happy with my life,
Or should I worry everything could change;
Tomorrow find that yesterday is gone?
The pleasure is perverse in doing so;
And even though it’s April and I know
The land is dead while lilacs bloom, I choose
To follow eddieandbill. It is Spring
And marbles and piracy are more fun
Than worrying. Besides, I’ve weeds to pull.