it was just a moment in time
wrote a poem that didn't rhyme
some new old words, just different lines
it was read by a friend who was a mime
he gave me the silent treatment , he then left cryin'
guess he didn't think it was worth a dime
Then Brian and Peatle went to read the rhymes
down by the river, near the Radiata pines
neither brought any beer, it was such a crime
a beautiful lady came by, dressed to the nines
I asked her to read it, but she was blind
so we just talked, and drank Kusuda Pinot Noir from NZ vines
I read her the poem in that moment in time
she thought it filled with omens, and all kinds of signs
we spent the day together 'til the sun didn't shine
EB, Peatle,and I went to a Christchurch Pub they hang out in sometimes
we met up with Jan who used her beautiful voice to sing out the lines
the words came alive, they flowed so smoothly, like 40 year wine
I've been around, met different people of all kinds
been to the mountaintop,and worked in the mines
just like the poem, seems life can get crazy sometimes
it was just a moment in time
when my friends from New Zealand read those rhymes
seems it ended up being some of the best of times.
Your vision is not limited by what your eye can see, but what your mind can imagine.
Make your life count, and the world will be a better place because you tried.
"Use the talents you possess, for the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except only the the best." - Henry Van Dyke
