Saturday, April 23, 2011

bob sleep

good girl


This is something I wrote a long time ago .In my opinion it is somewhat contrived and immature and certainly not literary . Since it has been 25 years since I wrote this I still feel that it expresses some truth about myself and when I read it to my friends they seem to relate or laugh .Some of my stuff comes out well when read aloud with some emotion .


I fell upon a heap of gold
Being old I had no need of gold
To late my limbs were weak and body cold .

I fell upon a heap of dames,
and lived a life of fun and games .
To some it seemed a life of bliss .
Naught to me  but one long kiss .

I fell upon a heap of friends .
A happy time just holding hands .
I soon got blisters on my palm,
And hid a wish to someone harm

I fell upon a heap of plenty,
It was always full and never empty.
I drank it up like a gulping fish .
I never dreamed nor something wish

I fell upon a heap of dust ,
From this I grew as something must .
I saw myself in many things ,
Twas me twas dust to all it clings .

(yuk  it sounds corny to me now but it relates to things that have happened since I wrote it )