Growing up there was not much sound at all
in our house you could hear
a needle fall from the gramophone
or become blunt
and pick up dust from the air
and then the 60's came
and music was everywhere
it was at this time my mind became board
and went to look for drugs
to help me make sense of the new sounds
which did not help at all
I became confused
but that was that and not really me at all
pulling both socks up
I looked into art
picked the pencil up
found a new me, an expression
got ****** into the advertising
found love had kids
the advertising my dali crutch
love left me, the kids did not
till the day art died within me
and felt like I lost my soul
kids all grown up
both doing so well, I am proud of both of them
But now all I hear is my breathing.