I wondered where it came from this passion for a song
And the memories came back
When I was young
Not a sophisticated kid
Liked dunny art
(Maybe that's what sets me apart!)
Rhymes, lyrics, limericks, playing with words
Foul and obnoxious
A polished turd.
The "skill" waned in adult life
Just messing with my children
And annoying my wife
My life took some different turns
Didn't think I would ever return
But hear I am doing what I love
Playing a game
Nows the season
Little rhythm
Little reason
The child reborn
Without the treason...
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 18th, 2024 08:18
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Comments5
lovely poem. like the conversion bit - one enjoys life when young, then realizes what life could mean; and the turnabout occurs - mostly gradually or through a life changing event - inspired poetry
Completing that good thing he begun, hopefully x
yes, hope rises eternal in the human breast..
Beautiful write
Thank you, I enjoy fact more than fiction.
You're welcome
Beautiful work.
We can often return to those things we enjoyed in our previous lives 2781.
Andy
My wife lives in hope.
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