What were you doing, how did you miss

Willows weep while waters seep into the glen
Tired time trembles turning minds from the pen
Wander walks while wee Willy smiles he is my friend

Be better a man strive if you can to meet Gods plan
Thought rolling off the hill sad and lonely note

Silver turns to gold in the willow tree of old
Looks like I sold the last thing he had to hold
Wanting wee Willy wrote felt sorry for the old goat

A child stopped to see the last of the free vote
And a whale upon the sand made his last float

Contemplate oil and heat as burgundy does meet
The rolling trolley of the rails left in the street
Was it a China desire or an old flame that’s beat

Movies take their tale and starlet’s chests grow
Just how the kids don’t really know it is a show

Four to one the odds are still a timing of the kill
Jack chases Jill she searches for more gold on the hill
Sandra insists that Jill’s growth is just a water pill

The rush to fame is to blame for children on coke
If I catch the creep who started them He will choke

Last of tunes cow jumped the moon and burned the spoon
Jill is coming down Jack does not have a frown in June
Mary is the same goes by another name he says ‘bafown’

Willows weep as daddy falls asleep in the middle the room
All are high, as the sky each will sing their final swan tune