I force myself to smile and talk
when all I want to do is walk.
Vacate this poisoned place in time.
Alone, I’d scribble down my rhyme.
I’d let it flow like sparkling stream.
Then douse myself in drink and dream.
In my own soul – and God I s'pose
I would confide and then compose.
But unpoetic people pry.
They want to know the reason why
a dad, who’s ageing like an oak,
does not behave like normal bloke.
I force myself to smile and nod,
assure them I’m no crazy sod,
but to the grand-kid on my knee,
I then perform my poetry.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: perform your poems for those who enjoy listening.
- Category: Humor
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Comments2
So true it is I would compose nursery songs for my grandchildren to amuse them. Children are the best listeners. A most wonderful poem with a point.
Thank you, Soren. Kids love penning poems as well. My granddaughter composed a lovely one.
They are the best audience you have, enjoyed the read
Many thanks, PL
You are very welcome
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