Old

I took all the old jokes and Excuses

I wrapped them up in Yesterday's newspaper

And stuck them in the kitchen Stove It was good to let them go They turned to ashes with the Bad news

Their stink lingered but was Soon forgotten

And the sun dominated the Morning

It held my attention

Leading me out of flights of Dust

Dirty dishes and cold floors And out where the grass was Green, green, growing, Triumphant