The Perfect Peace Of Poetry! Poem by Denis Martindale

My poetry stays on my mind, just like a faithful friend,
And so I write for all Mankind until my life must end,
Though I used to watch the telly, and check the papers, too,
Now I only stop for coffee, my word, I drank a few,
Then I return and sit once more, another verse to write,
Perhaps a poem still in store before I sleep tonight.

So I stare at the P.C. screen, so white before my eyes,
My life as it has always been and that is no surprise,
Just stay at home day-after-day, so seldom to go out,
No holidays, or trips away, of that there is no doubt,
So either sleep or poetry, no girlfriend here in sight,
And yet I wonder what would be if I had one tonight.

Would I keep writing poems here, or go out on a date,
Too busy saying, yes, my dear, new love to celebrate,
Or choose to stick to what I know, and live a peaceful life,
Not watch my money go, go, go because I had a wife,
Just keep the house, and keep the peace, and keep my poetry,
Or should I pay those lawyer fees as if my destiny?

With no cuddles and no kisses, no sweetheart ring to wear,
With no wedding and no Missus, no honeymoon to share,
It could be best to carry on until I'm old and grey,
Until my very life has gone, or God calls me away,
No daily problems facing me, and no divorce or worse,
Just perfect, peaceful harmony, my universe of verse.


Denis Martindale. September 2020.