Maxioms by Maxwell Anderson
There's a little gray house in a one-street town, And the door stands open, and the steps go down, And read more
There's a little gray house in a one-street town, And the door stands open, and the steps go down, And you prop up the window with a stick on the sill, And you carry spring water from the bottom of the hill; And the white star of Bethlehem grows in t
The gods of men are sillier than their kings and queens, and emptier and more powerless
The gods of men are sillier than their kings and queens, and emptier and more powerless
And the days dwindle down To a precious few, September, November - And these few precious days I'd spend with read more
And the days dwindle down To a precious few, September, November - And these few precious days I'd spend with you, These golden days I'd spend with you
He was a god, such as men might be, if men were gods.
He was a god, such as men might be, if men were gods.
