Tuesday's Child

Tuesdays Child

I have a cold beer
The sun is falling on the mountains
The world has turned golden and green
I bow my head in prayer
For just a moment
Just a fleeting moment
My fingers find their way
Along the frets and steel strings
Soft chords lift up to the blue

Somedays its just good
Just good and nothing more
Never needing anything
Never needing anything
Never needing anything more...

The falling sun warms my shirt
And the whole world goes soft
All the edges are rounded
All the melodies are sounded
Even the crow on the fence
Stills his crashing cries
And turns his head to watch the end
To watch the end of the day
Soft chords lift up to the blue

Somedays its just good
Just good and nothing more
Never needing anything
Never needing anything
Never needing anything more...

Tags: Poetry, Tuesday, Child, Crow, Chords, Good