Looked in my pocket for that last loonie
And to my surprise I found a twonie
Found myself moving along happily
Knowing I can buy a donut and coffee
Kiss(ed) An Angel Good Morning for donut and coffee
Listened all morning to Charlie Pride to set me free
Found myself going into liberty
For the morning I was about to see
Me and Bobby McGee waking up to ecstasy
After a night of simply startling jubilee
Feeling all light tingly and so damn happy
After a lifetime of what felt like slavery
Me and Mrs Robinson waking up to a new maturity
After hibernating in what seemed like a damn eternity
Kissing Me Softly In The Arms of an Angel
Traversing The Road Less Travelled with a new angle
Looked in my pocket for some lost change
Felt like a cowboy on a lone range
Thinking about Gene Autry and the Grand Ole Opry
About Johnny Cash and the Man In Black('s) brave story
Woke up to a Sunday Morning Coming Down
Truly believing that I was Cathy's Clown
Dressed up as A Well Respected Man
And feeling no lesser than Peter Pan
Poor Lonesome Me struggling in the land of liberty
Fighting sweat shop mentality in lost industry
The Rebel Without A Cause lost in the land of Oz
Persevering to be the rebel with a cause
Crazy with Fever On The Threshold of a Dream
Riding with Riders On The Storm looking for some steam
Break(ing) On Through To The Other Side of Harvest Moon
Believing the mobility came none too soon
Richard Wlodarski October 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem