Oh so many years ago
When I was a young man
Dad sensed my indecision
He said son, you need a plan
Life is full of mystery
Everything has its price
The path you choose is up to you
But I’ll offer this advice
He said
Don’t eat the yellow snow
Don’t play with fire
Never hesitate to love
Keep your heart filled with desire
I offered up a protest
Claimed that’s no plan at all
For its utter simplicity
The path is way too small
Dad shook his head and chuckled
I’ll say it one more time
Too much complication
Is one lonesome paradigm
Just
Don’t eat the yellow snow
Don’t play with fire
Never hesitate to love
Keep your heart filled with desire
He’s been gone five years now
His advice was surely true
I’ve paid a price for many things
That includes life’s mysteries too
I’ve decided that indecision
Is not necessarily bad
And life paths that I’ve chosen
Have some signposts from my dad
I don’t eat the yellow snow
I don’t play with fire
I never hesitate to love
I keep my heart filled with desire
Copyright 2010 Patrick A Granfors
Anna
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :D
Love,
Sage
Peace,
Dayvid
Ron
Regis
i distinctly remember something about a hot tub fire...am sure there must have been a little 'playing around' connected w/ that one...hmmm?
Well there's this snowcone that I eat all summer, really yummy, and it sure is yellow snow but flavored with banana syrup.
Best Wishes,
Christine