"See the green beyond the blue/and I'm just trying/to make it through..."

Hang on to your hopes my friend

That's an easy thing to say,

But if your hopes should pass away

Simply pretend

That you can build them again

Look around,

The grass is high,

The fields are ripe,

It's the springtime of my life

Seasons change with the scenery

Weaving time in a tapestry

Won't you stop and remember me

At any convenient time

Funny how my memory skips

While looking over manuscripts

Of unpublished rhyme

Drinking my vodka and lime.....