From the blues into yellow
By : Rashmi Leema Kurukulasooriya
The grimy clock chimes in with his daunting dream
Awakening the pensioner to greet the morning sunbeam
Shabby, sloppy, and scrubby, Tim's life strolls.
Solo and alone, having nobody to count on.
Solo and alone, having nobody to count on.
He recounts a time, many moons ago.
When he used to play with his friends outdoors
How contented he was with his old television.
How merry he was with his toys and kinsmen.
When he used to play with his friends outdoors
How contented he was with his old television.
How merry he was with his toys and kinsmen.
Oh, how he adored the games Tom and Jerry used to play.
Even played Prince Charming, who rescued Cinderella from her dismay.
Tim remembers the prayers he said, to be grown and gone,
And join the pirates on escapades and be all brawn.
Even played Prince Charming, who rescued Cinderella from her dismay.
Tim remembers the prayers he said, to be grown and gone,
And join the pirates on escapades and be all brawn.
His childhood fancies are still alive and well.
Hindered by his worldly priorities, they dwell
Bills must be paid! The lawn must be mowed!
Laundry must be done! Bread must be won!
Hindered by his worldly priorities, they dwell
Bills must be paid! The lawn must be mowed!
Laundry must be done! Bread must be won!
His dotage has embraced Tim, yet he feels trapped.
He often wanders while pondering in his little shack.
"Were the Grinch and Captain Hook indeed that bad?
But I have had foes who pretended to be real pals."
He often wanders while pondering in his little shack.
"Were the Grinch and Captain Hook indeed that bad?
But I have had foes who pretended to be real pals."
Children's pitter-patters and young lovers' titters
Impede and fade his grumpy clock's low moan.
Tim clutches at nostalgia beneath his comforters.
To dive into a reverie about his youth until dawn.
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