You draw on the walls,
You draw on the doors,
You draw on the floors
And you write in my books
...
You draw on the walls,
You draw on the doors,
You draw on the floors
And you write in my books
...
He lay on the bed,
His face at an awkward angle
And his body frail, unmoving
And barely able to breath.
...
Ode To The Child
You draw on the walls,
You draw on the doors,
You draw on the floors
And you write in my books
Beside the imprint of my writings.
May your youth be prosperous
And old age trouble free!