Paul Warren Poems

I'm banking on a sunshiney day
That will race my blues away
I'm looking for the sun
And want the good times begun
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Miniature products as give aways
Would you really want them I say
If you buy $30 of groceries
When you collect them as you please
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When I slip away
I dream of your gentle touch
For our love is treasured so much
In what we pass between our lover's charms
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Are there things that make you cry
You're such a sentimental bloke
With a tear in the corner of your eye
You know that it is no joke
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Michael likes iced milk coffee
And drinks a carton each day you see
There is only one he likes
Farmer's Union is just so right
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Precious words
That now seem absurd
Love anticipated
That is now forever sated
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Standing hands in my pockets
Trying to pluck up the courage
To ask a girl to dance
My song comes on
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It's the ticking, ticking of the clock
I'm alone again unnaturally
And I hear the black dog
Growling, sneering at me
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We were ordinary ones
With no thought but fun
The days were simpler
And you weren't on the meter
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There is beauty in this world
That by nature is upheld
The trees and plants are green
So lush and not at all obscene
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