Up In the Air

[couchgrouch]

Up In the AirThe doctor said Dad needed his resthe hoped the surg'ry was a successbut that jagged scar, told me Dad's old heartcouldn't take much stressthen the doc said I should take a breakmaybe grab a bite...catch a matineebut I broke down and cried, asked if Dad'd be alrightand all that doctor could say"it's up in the airon the wings of chancethe kind of circumstancewhere the sky makes the plansit's in heaven's handssomewhere up in the air"I skipped the show and wandered downtownthrough a park where leaves were fading brownand I saw them spin, on the evening windthen find their peace upon the groundI thought of our time on this earthif we're all just bound for the dirtor when winter comes, do we follow the sunlike fairweather birdsup in the airon the wings of chancethe kind of circumstancewhere the sky makes the plansit's in heaven's handssomewhere up in the airlater on that doctor saidas far as he knewit was my father's faiththat pulled him throughI never should've doubtedthe power of prayermy Dad survived cos he knew if he diedhe'd meet God up in the air(c)2006 Robert George