Out Of Time


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Unfinished Business

Who am I to sit here wondering,

pondering the somber side of things?

When life has just begun, the spring’s here wandering, my time has come.

I’ll sing the song you left unsung.

Boundaries coming undone.  They really weighed a ton.

My heart’s still in it for the fun.