TIME FOR ANOTHER DAY
©Trev Teasdel November 1970 Coventry
The stage is bare, the curtains drawn,
The lights are out, it’s nearly dawn.
As the curtains sidle away,
The sun leaps on the stage,
Cos it’s time for another day.
Time for another day.
Like every other, it’ll have its share,
Of strife and death and bloody warfare.
Fate will wake you with a start,
And lead you through its uncertain maze,
That seems like scenes from TV plays,
When its time for another day.
You read the papers that’ll make you sad,
As you realise that all the news is bad.
As you wade through the sex and violence that assaults your eyes
You may wish to question why,
The world has the right to another day.