THE RING DIDN’T MEAN A THING

The ring didn’t mean a thing
It was given back, it had no bling

The ring was too old
Made of thin gold

The ring had a stone
One sitting alone

The ring would have been missed
As well as one being quite pissed

The ring was no big deal
No value No appeal

The ring carries a secret, shhh don’t tell
If anyone knew, it wouldn’t go well

The ring didn’t mean a thing
So off one goes to sing & swing,

To live life with all it will bring
In winter, summer, fall & spring

© D. L. L. 2009