Song Lyric Sunday – The Shortest Story

All my Song Lyric posts will be songs that influenced the young and naive Jerry (still working on that growing up thing) as I made my way through life. Each song will hold a fond memory for me and hopefully a small amount of entertainment for you. Most of them will be from so long ago that all you young’ens will probably just laugh at them.

Songwriters: Harry F. Chapin
The Shortest Story lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc

I am born today
The Sun burns a promise
In my eye

Mama strikes me
And I draw a breath and cry
Above me a cloud
Slowly tumbles through the sky
I am glad, to be alive

It is my seventh day
I taste the hunger
And I cry

My Brother and sister
Cling to Mama’s side
She squeezes her breast
But it has nothing to provide
Someone weeps, I fall asleep

It is twenty days today
Mama does not hold me
Anymore

I open my mouth
But I am to weak to cry
Above me a bird slowly crawls across the sky
Why is there nothing
Now to do but die?

Harry Forster Chapin (December 7, 1942 – July 16, 1981) was an American singer-songwriter, humanitarian, and producer best known for his folk rock and pop rock songs. Chapin recorded a total of 11 albums from 1972 until his death in 1981. All 14 singles that he released became hit singles on at least one national music chart.
Harry Chapin was an advocate for the eradication of world hunger, and was a key participant in the creation of the Presidential Commission on World Hunger in 1977. Chapin is credited with being the most politically and socially active American performer of the 1970s. In 1987, and was posthumously awarded the Congressional Gold Medal for his humanitarian work.
Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Chapin ———————————————————————————————My Story: On those rare occasions when I begin feeling sorry for myself. I throw on my headphones to tune out the world and this is one of the songs I listen to. It reminds me of the things that really matter to me in life. It tells me that no matter how bad I think things are, there are always people in this world who would rejoice at what I’ve been blessed with. I often contemplate the words written on Harry Chapin’s epitaph –
Oh, if a man tried
To take his time on Earth
And prove before he died
What one man’s life could be worth
I wonder what would happen
To this world

Wouldn’t it be lovely if when it’s our time to kneel before the throne, we can say that we did all we could and held nothing back. I know I have a lot of work left to do.

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