9712 654a
This poem it
chased me all over town, when it finally caught me up I had to write it down
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Hey
hey hey did you hear the news
Poet has no laces in his shoes
Could it be that he's got the blues
or is it that he's been drinking booze?
no, no, no he just went on a PD cruise
and came back happy, fast and loose!
Poet has no laces in his shoes
Could it be that he's got the blues
or is it that he's been drinking booze?
no, no, no he just went on a PD cruise
and came back happy, fast and loose!
I
think his posts got lots of views
Now he's quirkier than Howard Hughes
and he wears no laces in his shoes!
Now he's quirkier than Howard Hughes
and he wears no laces in his shoes!
written in 2009...
I’m Still, Joseph McEleavy
No matter how many little indignities, diminishments and disappointments
My Life has thrown at me
I’m still Here
Sometimes giving up Sometimes standing up
And though My Life seems to have become an ever failing effort to avoid embarrassment
I am still Joyous Optimism
Because no matter that my body freezes so that I cannot move.
I’m Still, Joseph McEleavy
No matter how many little indignities, diminishments and disappointments
My Life has thrown at me
I’m still Here
Sometimes giving up Sometimes standing up
And though My Life seems to have become an ever failing effort to avoid embarrassment
I am still Joyous Optimism
Because no matter that my body freezes so that I cannot move.
Shakes so that I
cannot do
Or takes an hour to cook a ten minute pizza
I’m still Here
No matter that the simplest tasks defeat me
That I seem to have lost my grace, wit and spontaneity
That I sometimes weep like a jilted bride
That I forget relative importance easily, and relearn painfully
No matter that I stumble like a drunk, act like a coward
Or that I sometimes just want to die, to be done
I’m still Here
Fighting to celebrate
My Life
Start strong finish stronger, Yeah Baby!
Or takes an hour to cook a ten minute pizza
I’m still Here
No matter that the simplest tasks defeat me
That I seem to have lost my grace, wit and spontaneity
That I sometimes weep like a jilted bride
That I forget relative importance easily, and relearn painfully
No matter that I stumble like a drunk, act like a coward
Or that I sometimes just want to die, to be done
I’m still Here
Fighting to celebrate
My Life
Start strong finish stronger, Yeah Baby!
7613….12.45 pm
I tumbled off the world tonight
You look on and it’s not right
You desert me in this deepest plight
Then you picked the petals off my rose
and left me with the thorns
I swim beside you, an armless fish, in a barrel, going in
circles
My fears alight on your loss of control
As all my life savings go up in smoke
I think that you have had enough
The road has gotten a little rough
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