Inspired by all of your posts, here's the final version I think...
The Perfect Life
Oh to live care free in the Phillipines and sweep a beach each day, where Asian tourists bask and swim and lose their 24K!
Or in the Outback harsh and sere where nuggets can be found, not the ones that post a pennyweight, the ones that post a pound!
Alaska! Yes! In summertime 'neath retreating glaciers tread, pullling globs of gold from gravel, big as a babys head!
Oh joy! A solid signal, a low and sultry tone, as sweet as Sirens singing to my auditory bone!
Perhaps a golden wedding band, an ancient Roman hoard, a nickle or a pulltab, a nail stuck in a board?
Oh sweet anticipation, you are a cruel god, I need some shine from time to time to keep me busting sod!
Obsession or addiction, hobby or a sport, a mental abberation or affliction of some sort?
Chores neglected at the house, still yet this coil swing, two steps from a bracelet, three steps from a ring!
Four steps from the silver, Five steps to the gold, six from hidden treasure, and riches yet untold!
At least thats what I tell myself with optimism high, chip kicking through a totlot, sweeping fields and beaches dry.
The Perfect Life a vision, swinging coil wild and free, a diggin' holes in heat and cold 'til one is dug for me!
The Perfect Life
Oh to live care free in the Phillipines and sweep a beach each day, where Asian tourists bask and swim and lose their 24K!
Or in the Outback harsh and sere where nuggets can be found, not the ones that post a pennyweight, the ones that post a pound!
Alaska! Yes! In summertime 'neath retreating glaciers tread, pullling globs of gold from gravel, big as a babys head!
Oh joy! A solid signal, a low and sultry tone, as sweet as Sirens singing to my auditory bone!
Perhaps a golden wedding band, an ancient Roman hoard, a nickle or a pulltab, a nail stuck in a board?
Oh sweet anticipation, you are a cruel god, I need some shine from time to time to keep me busting sod!
Obsession or addiction, hobby or a sport, a mental abberation or affliction of some sort?
Chores neglected at the house, still yet this coil swing, two steps from a bracelet, three steps from a ring!
Four steps from the silver, Five steps to the gold, six from hidden treasure, and riches yet untold!
At least thats what I tell myself with optimism high, chip kicking through a totlot, sweeping fields and beaches dry.
The Perfect Life a vision, swinging coil wild and free, a diggin' holes in heat and cold 'til one is dug for me!
