If life were just one April day
And I should wake, mid-afternoon
To feel the sunshine on my shirt,
Warm scattered raindrops wet my cheek,
I'd marvel with my newborn eyes
At the beauty I had never seen.
If life should be one April day,
I'll not pine for a morning lost
Nor mourn some teenage innocence.
But hand in hand, my love and I
Will lift one cup for fallen friends
Then, our business done,
We'll laugh till wrinkles frame our eyes.
And in these final precious hours
We'll celebrate the eveningtime.
The Word of Rod - Collected Work of Rod McQueary
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