Dew Dream

 
I twiddle thumbs  
watching dew dry on the grass  
so little time  
and so much to do  
It's best not to count  
the days I have left  
when I spend them  
thinking of you  
But if heaven's more than a notion  
I'm sorry you won't find me there  
Maybe the hardest pill to swallow  
is knowing I'm headed elsewhere