Impressions Of Myself

I'm kind of like an old Wagon

I keep rollin' down the Street

No attention is anyone Payin'

People walkin' by, none take a Seat

I'm kind of like an old Wheel

I get squeaky without the Grease

A little rusty and torn is how I Feel

Maybe I should move, instead of sign the Lease

I'm kind of like an old Hay Barn

Been here since long before the War

Like a worn shoe that's lost it's Charm

A pebble on a cold distant Shore

I'm kind of like the Wind that ya Hear

And I whisper to my Heart forever True

Holding the Message unfolded so Clear

In the damp darkness enveloped in a picture of You