IF I WERE A RICH MAN ...

I had to look up this song, as it seems so meaningful to me today.
If I was a real poet, this is what I'd like to say.
But words sometimes choke me, leaving me feeling inadequate.
So I will let the music speak for me as I play.

You all know me to be a proud Canadian.
This man is one more reason to take pride.
Highly respected in his field,
Highly successful in his day.
He writes the words I need to say.


What About Now? (Robbie Robertson, The Band)

There's gonna be a change of season
Indian summer look around and it's gone
Why you wanna save the best for last
We grow up so slowly and grow old so fast

We don't talk about forever
We just catch it while we can
And if I grab on to the moment
Don't let it slip away out of my hand

What about now
Forget about tomorrow
It's too far away
What about now

Close your eyes
Don't talk of yesterday
It's too far away, too far away
What about now

I'm coming out of the shadows
I'm getting off of this one way street
Blue memories they just gather dust
Leave them in the rain they turn into rust

Did you see the march to freedom
Did you ever see Savannah moon
All the people walking in a line
Said to the man, is it my time?

In the walk of a lifetime
When you know it's the right time
I can't wait until the ship comes in
I can't wait to start all over again

The errors of a wise man
Make the rules for a fool

And in closing, my title refers to a song as well,
but more to the helplessness I feel when faced with a friend's despair.
I'm so sorry I couldn't help.