Here We Go Again Poem by david lessard

Here we go again,
The PC is my pen;
Thoughts on paper,
Emotions, the shaper.

A ditty to put down,
A memo for a crown;
The mind a bender,
Inside the skull, a blender.

Words come in labor,
No rhyme or flavor;
All must sift together,
To bring forth pleasure.

A liitle bit of food for thought,
Of things that be or ought;
Songs of pure lament,
Money won and money spent.

The world is just a roller-coaster,
Full of brag and full of bolster;
What matters is the life within,
What matters not...what might have been.

Words to make hearts light,
Words to make souls bright;
Memories to mull and treasure,
At your objective, lazy leisure.