Songs from the Garden (Forthcoming)

Day Old Bread

The chickens have all gone in to roost now;
They line up side by side just to keep each other warm.
As the daylight fades, they know exactly what to do—
Would that I knew, too.

There’s a piece of day-old bread on the kitchen table;
I meant to call you up for some toast and talk and tea.
But my doubts got in the way and my excuses out of hand—
Things didn’t go as I’d planned.

Day-old bread:
Words I wish I’d never said.
All my shoulda-beens and my good intentions
Lay there like day-old bread.

The light begins to gather in the morning;
The chickens shake their plumage and they look around for food.
I love the way they simply go where they’re led—
Straight to my day-old bread.

Day-old bread:
Words I wish I’d never said.
All my shoulda-beens and my good intentions
Gone like day-old bread.

All my fears, my regrets, and my inventions
Nothin’ but day-old bread.
It’s just day-old bread.

Allison Adams Copyright 2007. All Rights Reserved.