Well I Could... But I Won't
Well, I could move from this part of town where I'm livin',
but I've been to the other side of the street,
where folks wear their plastic faces
in their fancy plastic places,
an' they're dancin' to a high-steppin' beat.
When I was young I saw the things I didn't have,-
all their pretties, and their wants,
...but not their needs.
But I also saw the things they did to get 'em...
an' thought about it,- but I couldn't do those deeds.
So I guess that you'll just have to forgive me,
'cause I don't want the kind of life they think's so sweet.
I'm not gonna walk with the righteous,
an' I won't sing with the saints,
but I'll be dancin' with the sinners in the street!
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Karen D. (22.214.171.124) -- Sunday, February 26 2012, 10:28 pm|
I remember writing poetry like this, but it was so very long ago. I'm glad to see that you still have some "youthful feelings" in your breast and some "youthful insights" in your soul.
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