Me And My Pen
Ive been doing lots of thinking, of my life and where it stands,
Ive thought about my writing and what subjects are about
And all the time my pen has stood, idle and without.
I think of styles of poetry, both new and times long past
I ponder which to my mind is the better way to cast
Old style they say has changed, and is no longer good
Yet this old pen is itching for writings in its blood.
Its easy for the world to see whats going on today,
There should be lots of things to write and lots of things to say,
Should they be sentimental, or subjects that are tough
Will it be the good old days, or will it be new stuff.
I myself have lived the old, Ive also lived the new
Youve got two guesses which I think, the stuff that I should do
Im not too keen on what I see, around the world today
The old times were much better, with better things to say.
However its what people want, that life is all about
Its old stuff, new stuff, that this pen is going to put out
Next problem is what type of poetry, such a silly thing
Should it be just plain old verse, or rhyme that has a ring.
I think that I should just sit back, let my pen for me decide,
Ill let it go and climb aboard, go with it for the ride,
My pen thus far has done alright, so in it I will trust
It matters not the things it says, for writings still a must
Eric Valentine March 23/94 ©