Down On Me

The thrills of Spring
The fun of Summer
The pills of Winter
To lift the bummer
Of delusively sitting on
top of the world
Then watching my
insanity come to
unfurl...

I sit back and wonder -
Is my pen to blame
for false visions of grandeur or
fortune and fame?

Fantasia led from one thing
to another...

Now my spirit is penniless

Can you spare a dime
brother?

by Jeffrey Philip Clegg

Comments (3)

Is this old or new? I think I remember it.... It's good. I'm glad you've gotten happier since then....You dork!
What about the upside of you? Money means nothing...metaphorically speaking...you got a creative soul that will rise from the ashes...
Interesting thoughts here. How about an English penny will that help :)