Early Poetry
Page Three
My Preface
Comes a time when I will go down to the station
And I won't be going home again
It will be goodbye to all my family
And goodbye to my friends
It might bring a tear to my eye
The very last time I see you all
But I sure will manage to say goodbye
Because life has really been a bore
I don't know where I am going
And nor do I really care
I can't say what I'm trying to find out
Until I know I'm there
I sure have got some time to make up
Is there anyone to come with me
Who knows where we may show up
On this missionless journey
Well friend we have rounded the corner
Say goodbye to the family waving hands
You question our given destiny
We may yet reach the golden sands
I do not know where I'm going
Nor do I really care
I can't say what I'm trying to find out
Until I know I'm there
Together we wonder what happens next
Reminisce what happened before
There are many changes to be made
Before we unlock the door
And I won't be going home again
It will be goodbye to all my family
And goodbye to my friends
It might bring a tear to my eye
The very last time I see you all
But I sure will manage to say goodbye
Because life has really been a bore
I don't know where I am going
And nor do I really care
I can't say what I'm trying to find out
Until I know I'm there
I sure have got some time to make up
Is there anyone to come with me
Who knows where we may show up
On this missionless journey
Well friend we have rounded the corner
Say goodbye to the family waving hands
You question our given destiny
We may yet reach the golden sands
I do not know where I'm going
Nor do I really care
I can't say what I'm trying to find out
Until I know I'm there
Together we wonder what happens next
Reminisce what happened before
There are many changes to be made
Before we unlock the door
Bent Dreams
In the town where I hang around
I was listening to a conversation
There were three people involved
And some anticipation
Auntie said to the young boy
What will you be when you grow up
The boy with gleaming eyes
Said I'm gonna drive a truck
I had to step in
It had been asked a thousand times
I said he will grow up with mind in a knot
Not knowing the meaning of life
Try to think back to when you were young
Looking around with eyes and ears open
Not quite holding the meaning in your hand
But always, always hoping
The boy's mom said how wrong you are
There is no more to life
I am happy, I have a house
I have a child and I am a wife
She said go away silly man
As she started to let off steam
But in jumped her son yelling shut up mom
I really know what he means
I really do know what he means
I was listening to a conversation
There were three people involved
And some anticipation
Auntie said to the young boy
What will you be when you grow up
The boy with gleaming eyes
Said I'm gonna drive a truck
I had to step in
It had been asked a thousand times
I said he will grow up with mind in a knot
Not knowing the meaning of life
Try to think back to when you were young
Looking around with eyes and ears open
Not quite holding the meaning in your hand
But always, always hoping
The boy's mom said how wrong you are
There is no more to life
I am happy, I have a house
I have a child and I am a wife
She said go away silly man
As she started to let off steam
But in jumped her son yelling shut up mom
I really know what he means
I really do know what he means
Through the Years
I'm still young and try to have a good time
CAN'T YOU SEE IT'S GOING TO END
My friends and I try to have a good time
BUT YOU WILL DRIFT APART IN THE END
I REMEMBER I ONCE HAD A GOOD TIME
Well I fail to see any evidence
GETTING MARRIED IS NOT SUCH A CRIME
But I think it lacks in common sense
I know that it will all happen to me
And I know marriage is not a crime
But there must be a way to delay agony
As getting older through the years i climb
WHY NOT TAKE A WIFE AND BUY A HOUSE
It seems to me to be the easy way out
TAKE SOME TIME PLAY WITH A SPOUSE
You're old but don't know what it's all about
I know that it will all happen to me
And I know marriage is not a crime
But there must be a way to delay agony
As getting older through the years I climb
My friends are getting married one by one
NOW WILL YOU LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY
I'm not lost yet, I can still run
ITS THE GAME WE LIVE, YOU HAVE TO PLAY
CAN'T YOU SEE IT'S GOING TO END
My friends and I try to have a good time
BUT YOU WILL DRIFT APART IN THE END
I REMEMBER I ONCE HAD A GOOD TIME
Well I fail to see any evidence
GETTING MARRIED IS NOT SUCH A CRIME
But I think it lacks in common sense
I know that it will all happen to me
And I know marriage is not a crime
But there must be a way to delay agony
As getting older through the years i climb
WHY NOT TAKE A WIFE AND BUY A HOUSE
It seems to me to be the easy way out
TAKE SOME TIME PLAY WITH A SPOUSE
You're old but don't know what it's all about
I know that it will all happen to me
And I know marriage is not a crime
But there must be a way to delay agony
As getting older through the years I climb
My friends are getting married one by one
NOW WILL YOU LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY
I'm not lost yet, I can still run
ITS THE GAME WE LIVE, YOU HAVE TO PLAY
Idolism (a poem for Bob)
I missed out and didn't make him hear
I shoud have shouted to make myself clear
It's too late, I'm all alone
It was to be a stepping stone
But would it be a stepping stone for me
Or only for the person I wanted to see
When I think about this and how he lived
I am doing the same and and I'm still free
But oh no all the rave reviews
And my reserved seat for better view
I can see him laughing and looking at me
Saying I'm the one, I'm it can't you see
I know what he says is very true
And that he is very right
But there are so many who believe as he does
But have no might to put up a fight
They reach out from beneath the stage
Trying to touch his hand
Like a painting I saw on a ceiling
In a foreign land
Are we enlightened when he says his thing
Are we frightened is that why we sing
You loved him when he was a prophet
Now he's a puppet and you pull the strings
I shoud have shouted to make myself clear
It's too late, I'm all alone
It was to be a stepping stone
But would it be a stepping stone for me
Or only for the person I wanted to see
When I think about this and how he lived
I am doing the same and and I'm still free
But oh no all the rave reviews
And my reserved seat for better view
I can see him laughing and looking at me
Saying I'm the one, I'm it can't you see
I know what he says is very true
And that he is very right
But there are so many who believe as he does
But have no might to put up a fight
They reach out from beneath the stage
Trying to touch his hand
Like a painting I saw on a ceiling
In a foreign land
Are we enlightened when he says his thing
Are we frightened is that why we sing
You loved him when he was a prophet
Now he's a puppet and you pull the strings
A Pressure Person
I look at old Tim leaning over the bar
And I can see right through him
And know just what happened in his past
To when his mother cried "baby Tim"
Tim at five was louder than most
When he started at school
Young Tim knew how to impress his friends
And so he played the fool
Tim grew up a happy go lucky lad
Trying not to get an education
Instead he preferred looking at girls
Which took most of his concentration
Well, soon he was going to parties
To impress girls he had to stand out
Trying to act bigger time than others
He drank beer shout after shout
At first the girls were slightly amused
And gave him their appreciation
But after a while he got on their nerves
And they lost complete concentration
Tim knew his was a waning success
So he would drift off down to the pub
Where he found something that could impress
When he tried his first drug
He went back to the parties with his new trick
His friends enjoyed puff after puff
Tim was no fool and to stay on top
He introduced harder stuff
After this Tim lost interest in girls
And his mind started to fade
His friends looked for what life is about
And they slowly gave it all away
In a hell bent stupor he took a wife
Who walked out after two lousy years
that's why he is down here at the pup
Drinking a glass full of tears
Tim talks about not having a chance
As he swears to toward outer space
He says that no one really wanted romance
And that the world is a terrible place
And I can see right through him
And know just what happened in his past
To when his mother cried "baby Tim"
Tim at five was louder than most
When he started at school
Young Tim knew how to impress his friends
And so he played the fool
Tim grew up a happy go lucky lad
Trying not to get an education
Instead he preferred looking at girls
Which took most of his concentration
Well, soon he was going to parties
To impress girls he had to stand out
Trying to act bigger time than others
He drank beer shout after shout
At first the girls were slightly amused
And gave him their appreciation
But after a while he got on their nerves
And they lost complete concentration
Tim knew his was a waning success
So he would drift off down to the pub
Where he found something that could impress
When he tried his first drug
He went back to the parties with his new trick
His friends enjoyed puff after puff
Tim was no fool and to stay on top
He introduced harder stuff
After this Tim lost interest in girls
And his mind started to fade
His friends looked for what life is about
And they slowly gave it all away
In a hell bent stupor he took a wife
Who walked out after two lousy years
that's why he is down here at the pup
Drinking a glass full of tears
Tim talks about not having a chance
As he swears to toward outer space
He says that no one really wanted romance
And that the world is a terrible place
Too Much Competition
Why does time tick so fast away
There is a time for everything they say
Try to look at your life so far
There is no time to do what you want today
The heads say the worlds getting colder
And that time is running out
But look at the people with their mouldy brains
Only for work they scurry about
I have tried to get through to them
But they look at me with eyes so dead
If I stood on a box and shouted
They would turn away scratching their heads
After travelling for light years in my spaceship
At last I have found where heaven is
So almighty God will you come with me
It's time you had another visit
So once again He walked the land
Preaching the books of the Testament
After many weeks He came back to me
With His almighty report and said
I have tried to get through to them
But they look at me with eyes so dead
If I stood on a box and shouted
They would turn away scratching their heads
Let's get out of here, lets go away
Maybe we will come back another day
There is a time for everything they say
Try to look at your life so far
There is no time to do what you want today
The heads say the worlds getting colder
And that time is running out
But look at the people with their mouldy brains
Only for work they scurry about
I have tried to get through to them
But they look at me with eyes so dead
If I stood on a box and shouted
They would turn away scratching their heads
After travelling for light years in my spaceship
At last I have found where heaven is
So almighty God will you come with me
It's time you had another visit
So once again He walked the land
Preaching the books of the Testament
After many weeks He came back to me
With His almighty report and said
I have tried to get through to them
But they look at me with eyes so dead
If I stood on a box and shouted
They would turn away scratching their heads
Let's get out of here, lets go away
Maybe we will come back another day
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