Every weekday, members of the Rosen, Powers, and Cole families may post haikus or other comments describing where they are or what they are thinking about that day.
Verse Am C Always voices in the hallway D E where the tile is gray on gray. Am C Always jello after dinner, D E7 plastic dishes, plastic tray.
Verse Nurses think I don’t notice when somebody visits me. I’ve got a mind to tell them what I see, what I see.
Chorus Dm Am I see the clock is ticking. Dm Am I see pills beside my cup. Dm Am I see my time is slipping, Bm E7 but it’s also opening up. Bm E7 A flower opening up.
Verse I see Dad’s home from the service. The old kitchen is aglow. The latest tunes are blaring on our Philco radio.
Chorus Once again the music lifts us. It spins us round the room Once again the air is scented by that long-ago perfume.
Verse As I sit here in my bathrobe in my armchair time machine, I see Mother dancing with him in her scarlet velveteen.
Chorus So I’ll sit beside the window as my last few guests arrive. The present may be dying, but the past has come alive. For me, they’re all alive.
Verse I see my time is slipping but it’s also opening up, like an aster in the autumn or a summer buttercup. Bm E7 A flower opening up.
Time opens up
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Am C
Always voices in the hallway
D E
where the tile is gray on gray.
Am C
Always jello after dinner,
D E7
plastic dishes, plastic tray.
Verse
Nurses think I don’t notice
when somebody visits me.
I’ve got a mind to tell them
what I see, what I see.
Chorus
Dm Am
I see the clock is ticking.
Dm Am
I see pills beside my cup.
Dm Am
I see my time is slipping,
Bm E7
but it’s also opening up.
Bm E7
A flower opening up.
Verse
I see Dad’s home from the service.
The old kitchen is aglow.
The latest tunes are blaring
on our Philco radio.
Chorus
Once again the music lifts us.
It spins us round the room
Once again the air is scented
by that long-ago perfume.
Verse
As I sit here in my bathrobe
in my armchair time machine,
I see Mother dancing with him
in her scarlet velveteen.
Chorus
So I’ll sit beside the window
as my last few guests arrive.
The present may be dying,
but the past has come alive.
For me, they’re all alive.
Verse
I see my time is slipping
but it’s also opening up,
like an aster in the autumn
or a summer buttercup.
Bm E7
A flower opening up.