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When I Get Old

Who gonna hold me when I get old

who gonna hear the stories I told

breathe life into me,
for another year to see

who gonna see the wisdom in my age

Who gonna put me on the big stage

 

I am not gone yet
one thing you can bet

I finally have something
good to say

 

Who gonna hear me when I get old

these simple words are good as gold

one thing we all share

is the way we get there

grab hold the lifeline o little faith

this one time better take the bait

look up from your phone

you are so alone

this gray hair got something

good to say

 

I am not gone yet

one thing you can bet

I finally have something

good to say

 

as a young man,  I ignored my elders

I had my mojo working

the keys to life you might say 

I pushed and pulled, until I had my fill

and though I knew better

things did not go my way

 

I'm into cautionary tales

no more silly fables

think I'm a crazy old bat

my wisdom is sharp as a tack

and all the troubles a young man grows

this aging man surely knows

copyright 2017 James Paul Moravec

O Well

I can't see too far from here

one thing I know is I, I want you near

right now too many, things in the way

chasing the world, no time left to say

 

I am here, to make you smile

I am here to make your life worthwhile

when life closes, you in a cell

were gonna stop, open the lock

and say oh well

 

you are my partner in crime

we do the right thing, most of the time

remind me of the, the little things

with you until, the angels sing

 

I am here, to make you smile

I am here, to make your life worthwhile

when life closes, the final bell

I'll drop my cane, kiss you again

and say oh well

 

I can't see too far from here

one thing I know is I, I want you near

right now too many, things in the way

chasing the world, no time left to say

 

I am here, to make you smile

I am here, to make your life worthwhile

when life closes, you in a cell

were gonna stop, open the lock

and say oh well

copyright 2017 James Paul Moravec

Happy Accident

I don't know how it happened

something far greater than I

this world knew darkness

and then there was the light

what came first, the chicken or the egg

don't much matter to me

science claims a happy accident

a bigger mind's at work I believe

 

who put it all in motion

changing world and our free will

to chase our own ambitions

or pursue knowing God until

what came first, the chicken or the egg

don't much matter to me

science claims a happy accident

a bigger mind's at work I believe

 

what came first, the chicken or the egg

don't much matter to me

science claims a happy accident

a bigger mind's at work I believe

 

I don't know why he did it

gave us a life to choose

what if would never be

if we could not win or lose

what comes last, forever or no more

if there's nothing when we die

even if a happy accident

the worse happens is a joy filled life

 

faith is not blind

all we will see in time

all that we find

makes faith stronger even mine

faith is not blind

all we will see in time

all that we find

makes faith stronger even mine

 

a bigger mind's at work I believe

one day for my soul receive

there's something greater than I

worse that happens is a joy filled life

copyright 2017 James Paul Moravec

True

we live in a time

where we take something for nothing

somewhere along the way

we agreed that it's okay

you showed us cheating

is another play

your son knows cheating

is the easy way

 

we live in the age

a man's word is lost with time

one day we agreed

getting free is just fines

we showed them leaving

is the better way

we all know leaving

is the easy way

 

I would rather do good and be true

I would rather do good and be true

 

those simple white lie

grew until a little one died

we justified the motive

and to this day no one fried

we hide our feelings

the modern way

a higher purpose is too hard

we say

 

I would rather do good and be true

I would rather do good and be true

 

copyright 2017 James Paul Moravec

Kind Words

speaking low so no one know
no more talking bout it now

we're all aboard the gossip train
a heaping, helping of shame

on the highway

driving your mother home

why don't you thank her
for praising you

and raising your sorry bones

 

say it loud but not too proud
no more talking bout it now

we tell no lie when we testify
where do we see eye to eye

on the subway

taking your sister home 

why don't you thank her
she cares for you

and prays for your sorry bones

 

Be kind with words

three tender words (I Love You)

tell me something good

try to learn from Jesus

after all he was righteous

and a very good man

 

I try to speak and then I
and then my, mouth don't move
and then my throat gets dry
then I stutter step into nothing
that I really meant to say
so I walk away

 

I return for another take
and my mind is working
and then my mouth begin to move
and words are saying
what I meant to say
I love you

copyright 2017 James Paul Moravec

They Say I'm Slow

slow, they say I'm slow
know, what do they know

chase their money

and and play the game

let love go and find another again

 

slow, they say I'm slow
know, what do they know

ten dollar words

worth nothing to me

I smile each day pray

on bended knee

 

slow, they say I'm slow
know, what do they know

 

run a run a run, run a that race

gotta a few wrinkles, redo your face

take a take a take a everything

gimme gimme gimme my wings

 

slow, they say I'm slow
know, what do they know

got my woman for 50 years
let me die on my porch swing

no tears

 

slow, they say I'm slow
know, what do they know

 

the foolish man ignores
the wisdom of the ages
so smart is all his planning

long after the fool has lost his world
the slow man is still standing

 

slow, they say I'm slow

slow, they say I'm slow

slow man

copyright 2017 James Paul Moravec

A Clear Head

funny how time changes

how we hear things

there were the days

I heard you whisper
sweet little nothings

now every day I get up outta bed

with a clear head, a gift from above
I spend time with the ones that I love

 

funny how time changes
how we do things

there were the times

I was incredible
not so much now it seems

now every time I lower my head

have no regret, thank God above

and remember the ones that I love

 

funny how time changes
how we see things

there were the days

I was a radical
a victim of everything

now every day I get up outta bed

with a clear head, a gift from above
I spend time with the ones that I love

copyright 2017 James Paul Moravec

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