poetry in hands

poetry in hands

Thursday, October 2, 2014

I take with me when I leave home

I take with me when I leave home

A pencil and pad to note all the bad things
An eraser to rub them out
A smile to remember the good things
A highlighter to point them out
A vegetarian dinner
A bottle of Shiraz, or two
A photographic memory
So I can remember you
A means of playing my music
A pair of dancing shoes
The love of a good woman
Or two, with the option to choose
A place where my heart can be happy
Without intoxication with booze
A heart that is open to giving
A mind that does not use
A box containing all the love
I have shared and received in my life
Another box, sealed and locked
Containing all my troubles and strife
A penny to keep Mr. Poverty at bay
A pound and I'll live like a king
A poem that I can rhyme 
and
A song that I can sing

Mike O'Leary - October 2014

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