I’m wondering and worrying Am I blundering or wallowing Do I swallow all my fears And forget about the years That came before today And hope they go away And never bother me again? When does that start, when?
Grumbling and mumbling Stumbling and bumbling I learn to stifle my tears And through catatonic years I forgot how to play And locked myself away From the fellowship of friends. I hope to survive until it ends.
Itching and *******, I switch To calling people a sunsabitch Because they don’t guess Why I’m a big freaking mess And help me to recover Maybe come be my lover Because I don’t know how. Let that part start right now.
Smoking and toking every day Won’t make the blues go away. Huffing and binge drinking Means I’m not really thinking And too often these days That is what I have prayed; To be blissfully unaware That I am going nowhere.
I sing things that hurt me I sing the words I have seen people hating in vain of things they will never change but they do but by nothing they do hurt from life as people do wish you could hold my hand right now forgive me if I cry on you never thought you could be the one things he placed in his mind will be surreal and things hard to find holding hands is good.
life's complexity is spellbinding to behold a fractal splendour that will never fit into a pedantic pigeon hole for when it is studied close it generates more questions than it does primal answers instead it is wonderful a universe without end full of beauty abundant a shining celebration of entropy's spawn
Flashes of long lost decadence Clothed in shabby cloaks of misdemeanor. Windswept nostalgia, stayed and sleeved By the breeze that haunts a forests tree.
Leave it be, the wind said to me. Let the leaves be leaves, Let the trees be trees, For their roots run deep, Far deeper than you may perceive.
Like a meteor at night, The stages of life, Come from darkness No one could know. There's the flash, (and a fire) The Oohs and desires, Then Pooof, There goes the show.
Not with a bang but a whimper (Tips of the cap to T.S.)
I am A jigsaw puzzle Taken apart piece by piece Put away and shaken In the dark I was fun once Until I got old and you knew All my ins and outs Now I'm back I'm my box Never to be Taken Out
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Wait a minute buddy Is this some sort of joke No one told me this would happen The moment I got old
That all my youthful vigor Would be replaced with aches and pains And that I would barely remember My first let alone last name
And that all the pills I'm taking Would be my meal replacement I should buy stock in Advil I'd be a millionaire if you know what I'm saying
Luckily I'm not there yet Where diapers are a necessity Guess I have to thank my prostate Keeping the *** from running freely
And the hair that used to be On top this shinny head In my early 50's dug a tunnel That now comes out my nose instead
Every morning when I wake up I'm now wondering who, what, when, and why Heaven looks a lot like my bedroom When I feel like I have died
Guess all those old farts in the home are laughing Over the wool they've pulled for fun But don't worry all you young whipper snappers Your day is soon to come
Yes someone somewhere is cackling At this the cruelest joke Though I find nothing funny About me growing old