A New My Way

Hello, my poem's here, and I must say my back is hurting
my notes may bring a tear, and maybe a bit of flirting
I've typed and broke the rule, And I've surfed t'internet highway
I've bored, but just one wish, I penned it my way
My notes, are penned for you, but yeah I know that is pretention
I penned what I had to say, even with a great big correction
I have no plan or wooden horse, A careless note, typed on a weekday
Oh yes, I've just one wish, to pen it my way
Yeah there were poems, just one or two,
that didn't mean a thing to you
But through my poems, I learnt to shout
I met new friends who helped me out
I typed them all, and had a ball
And penned it my way
I've typed, I've shed a tear, I've had my fill, my share of boozing
I stink but felt all that, and can I say, in a fly-way
But no, oh no that's me, I penned it my way
For what is a poem? What has it got?
A bit of fun, a bit of snot
To write the notes in between meals
And not the notes of my ideals
My poem's slow, and God only knows
I PENNED IT MY WAAAAAAAAYYYYYY

by Gordon David

Comments (2)

Linda, very symbolic... love is a battlefield. Wonderful ending... excellent write! ! Brian
I agree. A beautiful result indeed Linda, but I never count my weddings or my funerals anymore, just going with the flow, as usual. Some victories are hollow indeed and that is the time to swallow hard and keep the peace. Grinning at you, Tai