There’s days whe I feel troubled,
there’s days when I feel joy.
There’s days when I have wondered
“Is there still life in this old boy?”
But then I hear the laughter
welling deep within my heart
and then I know that life still
beats in this old poetic fart.
So I just sit my arse down
and write a simple ode
then immediately I feel it;
my old heart sheds its load.
Whether it be bullshit
or diamonds in the rough
the words I put on paper
are usually enough
to shake off the blues I feel
and make my fingers fly.
I’ll write another verse then
and kiss the blues goodbye.