Jazz of Life is Fleeting

The Jazz of Life is Fleeting

I don't want to see you
because I cannot be blue
and handle current strife
amidst issues of this life.

You know why...
and if I do fly,
away to new circumstance,
I hope we can renew a dance,
after time gives depth to us.

I could make a bigger fuss
but I won't be one to hurt.
I'd rather lose whatever dirt
has stuck here to my shoes.

I'm no stranger to the blues...
the jazz of life is fleeting.

And now I send this greeting
because it gives me strength
to consider the whole length
and yet I am rendered weak,
and my assertions go meek,
because I'm a special case.
I've no need you to ever debase.

You are, as I've said, wonderful...
and upon me you've great pull.
Our special friendship's real
and from it I will still steal
hope empowering my spirit.

And though you mayn't hear it,
my crooning for you goes on.

I'll check in a bit later.

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