Sunday, April 26, 2009

Sing it, Ella


LAZY

Evry time
I see a puppy upon a summers day
A puppy dog at play
My heart is filled with envy
Thats because
My heart is yearning to pass the time away
Like that pup
cause Im all fed up
And tho its wrong to be
I long to be

Lazy
I want to be lazy
I want to be out in the sun
With no work to be done
Under that awning
They call the sky
Stretching and yawning
And let the world go drifting by
I want to peep
Through the deep
Tangled wildwood
Counting sheep
til I sleep
Like a child would
With a great big valise full
Of books to read where its peaceful
While I'm
Killing time
Being lazy


Life is short
And getting shorter with each day that goes by
And how the time does fly
Before you know, its over
Thats why I'm
In such a hurry to pack my things and fly
To a spot
Where its nice and hot
And hear the birdies sing
While Im being


2 comments:

Daniel Spurgeon said...

Nice poem, Ashini. I would write more, but I am being- dare I write it- lazy! :)

Ashini said...

Oh no! This is a song by Ella Fitzgerald. I can't find who actually wrote this. I just heard this song on pandora.com and I loved it.. it really spoke to me!