my luggage is pack, my mind is set
on this little journey while you're playing
i would miss my golf days with friends
would be okay, i play when i get home
few days won't make that much difference
i can still hit the dimpled ball off the fence
i will be with the healthy people of america
aspiring to make a good living from scratch
bound by rules which most of you would rebel
that's discipline, yes, we produced the best
maybe one of your neighbor, friends or relative
oh! one of them is this guy pressing the keys
Manonton Dalan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/041610d-almost-time-to-leave/
