Gordon David

Rookie (1st September 1959 / Edinburgh)

The Real, Bad, Rough, Fresh New Life.. - Poem by Gordon David

The bad things that I’ve seen, that are dirty and unclean
The bad things that I’ve done, I just can’t tell you or anyone
The bad things that I’ve said, after having sex in our bed
The bad things that I know, I can never put them on show

The rough places I’ve stayed, could make a grown man afraid
The rough girls that had me, were not sexy, slim, or funny
The rough people I’ve met, their faces I will not forget
The rough life I once led, is not all in my head

The Real pain that I’m in, I don’t know where to begin
The Real passion I feel inside, helps me dry the tears that I cried
The Real love that I hurt, could treat me like dogs dirt
The Real house where I live, can not forget or forgive

The fresh knives in my back, will not cut me some slack
The fresh voices that I hear, are filling me with fear
The new candle is not bright, diminishing by daylight
The new words that I now utter, leaving me lying in the gutter


Comments about The Real, Bad, Rough, Fresh New Life.. by Gordon David

  • Brian Jani (5/13/2014 8:50:00 AM)


    Nice poem Mr David (Report) Reply

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  • (1/30/2010 9:09:00 AM)


    Been there, done that. What else is new?
    And poetry does help to get it off your chest.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2010



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