Come, lean against my old boards,
rest a while.
Tell me, if you will, a story or two
from your life\'s reward.
Ease that lightness of wisdom
upon your shoulders
and wryly smile with me
at life\'s adventure so far.
no need to recall the harshness
which makes the cushion all the softer
the softness says it all
what need to show off scars
love speaks of scars learning
to the \'lived in\' ear.
Come, lean against my old boards,
rest a while.