Senior citizens do you guys like my poem?
And now I know the only compass that I need, is the one that leads back to you.
And I know the only compass that I need, oh is the one that leads back to you.
And the burning blisters on my feet will calm,
So hold me as I'm close to flaw.
Away from the warmth of your arms I stay,
off the radar and into harm's way.
Now I know the only compass that I need, oh is the one that leads back to you.
Yeah, coffee will raise the head again,
cokes that lead us from the pain.
Words just sit like empty scribbles,
such empty caffeinated widows.
Now I know the only compass that I need is the one that leads back to you.
Now I know the only compass that I need, oh is the one that leads back to you.
Dedicated to my only love
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Interesting. Original poems are usually welcome here. It looks like you are trying to fit in, if so, then you'll be alright.
That was Fairly good. I am a Senior Citizen too, and perhaps you would like to read my effort.
It is Titled, Mary and JIm.
The wind blew cold, down the empty street,
And the old man hobbled on his weary feet
His Ragged coat hung like a sack
And winter shivers ran across his back
His face was Gaunt, and full of woe,
For him there was no place to go,
No welcoming home , at the end of the day
But any place where he could lay.
He searched for a Doorway nearby
A place for him to rest and Lie.
He found a doorway rude and bare
And decided he would stay there
He huddled against a creaking door,
And shivered involuntary, from the icy floor
He hunched his knees up to his chin
To try to keep some warmth within
In deep despair he stared into space
And hoplessness showed in his face
He closed his eyes, to try to sleep,
But felt the coldness in his feet
His mind drifted back to his earlier life
And he remembered his Beautiful Wife
Mary was his lovely Bride
And she was always by Jims side
They Pledged their love for ever and ever
And for many years they were together
Then life became a bitter pill
When mary became so very ill
Jim stayed with Mary night and Day
To try to ease her Pain away
Then mary finally lost the fight
And slipped away that very night
Jim took to Drinking the wine all day
For it helped to take the pain away
He lost his home and all he had,
But his love for Mary never flagged
He thought of Mary constantly
She wa always in his reverie
But now the cold began to bite
And he wondered if he would last the night
Then suddenly, a shimmering light,
Surrounded him, so very bright,
It grew brighter like a Rocket Flare
Then he saw his mary standing there
She looked so young, and her dark hair,
shimmered in, the cold night air
"A dream, "he thought "Thats what it is",
Then suddenly, her hand touched his.
The years then melted from his frame,
And Jim was a young man once again
mary raised him to his feet
And they embraced on that cold dark street.
Morning came, and the clatter of feet
Echoed down that cold grey street
Workers hurrying didn't glance
At the old man, lying all askance
But if they had troubled to slow their pace
They'd have noticed the smile on Jims face
His smile showed death was not in vain
For he was together with mary again.
Plagiarizing troll. Those are Jamie Lidell's lyrics.
I do not think it is "caffeinated WIDOWS," but windows. It is nice, but stolen.
Benny is correct... there is falseness here. It is not your poem..
thats really cute.