Today I'll Weep

 

Today I'll weep for wasted lives,

For sad old men, unhappy wives;

For hens which never peck the ground

And hopeless calves which can't turn round.

 

For friendless folk who live alone,

The child who dies before it's grown;

For diesel fumes and loveless sex

And VAT around our necks.

 

For strident music, far too loud,

And violence in the football crowd;

I'll weep for all who fear to die,

Are always ill and wonder why.

 

And now I'll laugh, yes, now I'll sing

For all the joys that life can bring.

For watercolour skies at dawn

And dew and daisies on the lawn.

 

The crackle of a real log fire,

The grace of a cathedral spire;

For gentle waves with lacy frills

And springy turf on Shetland hills.

 

The mystery of the Indian dance,

Vivaldi, Bach and old plainchants;

The trickle of a mountain stream,

The nonsense of a crazy dream.

 

Forget-me-nots, a haze of blue,

The love of someone dear to you;

The warmth and cheer of Christmastide.

Ah, surely God is on our side!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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