Old people remember this.
Back in the days of youth bliss.
All was free and easy then.
Until the bills of May came.
Life was a struggle at times.
Finding a song and with it a rhyme.
Flowers became a way in life.
Jolly times,with songs of the fife.
Bring to me a calling way.
Sun rises and sets.
That simple is lifes ways.
Bread with wine-Gods son ways.
Work for your belly,
Whats more to say.
Cast your fate to life each day.