Friday Poems


The river runs across my forehead
Too many words been spoken
Not enough's been said.
I'm gonna be mighty mad
If I'M living to be dead.

Born a poor boy
But I don't mind
Life's a joy
So hard to find

I chased a girl
Around a world
Until my heart
Broke my mind

Love is Love is
There to find
Follow your heart
To repair your mind

(I will always type these things exactly as my dad did, so all capitalization, grammar, etc. was a poetic choice. Or so I assume. No scan today, lately my scanner is really breaking my mind!)