COLLECTION OF TIME 
 
 
Fast and furious 
The days of our lives 
Forward into the mist we stride 
Seeking not  
That which is gone 
Bleeding souls and broken bones 
 
Swimming into 
Some unknown sea 
Away from the wretched enemy 
Bounding along 
In the turbulent tide 
Tossed about from side to side 
 
Window panes 
Floors of wood 
In the early morning light I stood 
Floating clouds 
In a clear blue sky 
Beneath it all, the world goes by 
 
In my house 
Is a collection of time 
To spend with me and my bottle of wine 
When the daylight 
At last is dim 
The remaining flowers are only stems 
 
Everything 
Is such a haze 
Upon my collection of time I gaze 
And thinking that 
Should tomorrow come 
I just might try a bottle of rum 
And add unto my 
Collection of time 
Tonight’s empty bottle of wine 


 
COPYRIGHT 1970 GERALD ODOM/SPANKY MONGO