Bedtime banter

Another day draws to a close, my tired eyes tell me it’s time

The farmer plants, then reaps what he sows; toss on steaks, mix Mules, don’t skip the lime

There’s smiles somewhere waiting to turn up my cheek, pull the edges of my mouth towards the sun

Might not be tomorrow, might not even be next week, but I have a feeling that on my horizon is a boatload of fun

Well we don’t always understand, seldom get it right; it’s just when the moon tickles our mind

There can be years of joy sometimes in just one night, so lets ride down the rainbow and see what we find

But that’ll have to be something for tomorrow, there’s not much left for me this night

We’ll chart a course to sail away from the sorrow, and maybe this time we’ll get it right

Goodnight

Tim Windisch

05 27 2026