Excuse Me

Excuse me as I wile away the day;

The sky is blue and blooms are on display;

Sweet fragrance beckons me to linger near

Midst present circumstances while they're here.

Tomorrow may bring with it clouds of gray;

Torrential rains that threaten long to stay;

A dismal gloominess that births despair

That has me longing for a day this fair.

Today the sun is shining on my way

And balmy breezes cause the leaves to sway

In rhythmic harmony the birds all sing

Sweet jubilation that befits the King.

So pardon me, I don't mean to convey

That I'm aloof; please do not go away;

Recline with me beneath this azure sky

Midst present circumstances, you and I.

7/2/2000