An idea crossed my mind Just the other day, But I’ll never know What it was; It got run down in the crosswalk By the traffic of my stress, For whom it’s always rush hour And there’s no such thing As a peaceful Sunday drive.
My train of thought Left the station without me Because I lost my ticket to ride, But I’m in no hurry; I’ll put both oars in the water And float my boat up the creek Of my own serenity.
If I find you there without a paddle, I’ll loan you one of mine.
Very nice, Robert. I'm sure it was meant to give us a chuckle, but it's very clever and imparts some wonderful messages, especially at the end. Very well done.
Love,
CJ
I like the rhythm if the lines
nice write Robert.
I used to find myself always stuck within the crosswalks
In grid lock
and never had a ticket to ride
Nor did my ship never came in
"Then again I left the Big Apple"
Happy Holidays Robert
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Love,
CJ
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this is funny i was going to name the poetry book i'm working on
"A Book Of Memory Songs" this puts me in the mind of that Smiles
Love Tinka
nice write Robert.
I used to find myself always stuck within the crosswalks
In grid lock
and never had a ticket to ride
Nor did my ship never came in
"Then again I left the Big Apple"
Happy Holidays Robert
Peace
William
Regis