| Omaha Antiquarium In an Omaha warehouse for
memorabilia I sit at an antique piano
Feeling glad for humidity, tears, and humility
Happy to be where I am
I am moving forward, not that I have any say
And I'm looking older, such is the tariff we all have to pay
For the moon makes way for the morning sun
And an old day goes as the new day comes
I called sister Carolyn, tears in my voice, and for
sympathy made my appeal
Though I gave it my best, she said, "Mike, you are blessed, and it’s time little
brother got real.
We’re all growing older. What say we cherish the ride?
It’s an ancient system, and life, in her wisdom, will not be denied."
For the moon makes way for the morning sun
And an old day goes as the new day comes
Life’s a mixed blessing, keeping us guessing and
missing the signs we should heed
Searching for miracles, always surrounded by everything we’ll ever need
Now I take in the sights and the sounds and the scents of a
sensual midsummer s eve
As I lie on a lumpy old mattress reviewing the things in which I can believe
The graceful sway of trees in a strong summer wind
The love of loved ones, and where I am bound more than where I have been
For the moon makes way for the morning sun
And an old day goes as the new day comes
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