I want to write this morning
Sometimes there’s just nothing to say
And other times, there’s more than enough.
But in the wake of Jimmy Buffett’s last day
I’m going to try creating new stuff.
If I were a big rock star
I’d be writing this as a new song.
But I never practiced upon my guitar
And so my words, as they’re coming along
They’ll sit here forever upon this page
Where they shall remain, forever unsung.
But I won’t cry, and I won’t rage
I’ll just admire all the joy they have brung.
