If I'm Lucky



Sometimes my work never seems to end

Seven days each week aren't quite enough

So when I take a few minutes to relax

Keeping myself from running away is tough.

Wishing I was in a cabin on a mountain side

In a far away place where time stands still

Whether it's night or day wouldn't matter at all

And anytime I got hungry I could eat my fill.

Wishing isn't real but it's the next best thing

It keeps me going until my vacation time

Maybe then I'll find that cabin in my dreams

If I'm lucky and I do that'll be just fine.

Ralph L. Clark © 2000

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