I’m sorry you ever got tangled up with me
Some hungry boy with a head full of foolishness
And those godamned teachers and things
Well they give you great expectations and all them books
When they think you got even a sniff of a brain
They say I got brains, but that ain’t doing me much good
A shelf full of books is always trumped by empty pockets
And clipped wings
Maybe I’ll try to get up tomorrow, maybe not.
If I can at all, I’ll wash off whatever hang over I got
I’ll head down to the old recruitment office, like everyone else,
And I’ll go wherever the wars are this week
The windows of opportunity always got opened by bombshells
I love you to death
I’m sorry you ever crossed my path
wow your poem just said everything that I have been thinking lately.....excellent work as always Pattie: D you have infinite potential and someday you'll be in your mansion with your millions because of the poetry books your selling!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm not quite sure who you're talking to. And even though I have the context, it is something I'd like to know. Was it a dog? Whatever it was, the writing was very good. GW62