Unkind Thoughts Not So Pure. Poem by Gordon David

Unkind thoughts of my best friend
Having no money to lend
This is setting a new trend
Driving us around the bend

Stay in bed, to ponder why
All our dreams, pie in the sky
Take a chance, give it a try
Feel so good that I could cry

Yes pride comes before a fall
Feeling good and walking tall
It’s only love after all
Please keep an eye on the ball

Come with me to Paris, France
This could be our only chance
To revive our lost romance
Down by the Seine let’s all dance

For love sickness there’s no cure
A broken heart to endure
No more trust that is for sure
Now that love is no more pure, .