There's a Hole in my Sidewalk
I:
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost
I am helpless.
It is not my fault.
It takes forever to find my way out.
II:
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I dont see it.
I fall in.
I cant believe I am in the same place.
But it isnt my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
III:
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there.
I still fall inIts a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
IV:
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
I walk down another street
Brilliant poem,
I heard this throughtout treatment, and my studying
Thank-you
Emily
I heard this throughtout treatment, and my studying
Thank-you
Emily
Great poem!!! I read it several times!
..Hermom..
..First time i,ve read it..liked it and very true words to the poem..robbie..
..First time i,ve read it..liked it and very true words to the poem..robbie..
Hermon,good poem ,words ring v.true.its a bit like that poem[cant think of name/author]about the traveller taking the right road at the crossroads,i mite be wrong my school days are a bit fuzzy.all the best Davey
OK Guys!! if ya liked that one what about this one....
TODAY IT WOULD SEEM, JUST A JOINT IS OK
TOMORROW I MAY ENJOY ANOTHER
NEXT WEEK WILL BE A DIFFERENT STORY THOUGH
I'LL HAVE MET THE BONG, THE JOINTS BROTHER.
SOON I'LL HAVE SLOWED DOWN SO MUCH,
I'LL NEED SOMETHING TO GET ME GOING,
IN WHICH I'LL USE SPEED FOR THAT
AND BE FALLING APART, WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING.
NOW I'M USING UPPERS EVERYDAY
JUST TO SEE THEM THROUGH
AND BY TAKING DOWNERS TO GET TO SLEEP AT NIGHT
MY HEAD WILL NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO..
WITH A BODY THAT ACHES
AND A MIND THAT IS SURELLY TRIPPING OUT
IT WONT BE LONG TILL THEY BOTH GIVE UP
LEAVING ME STONNED COLD DEAD WITHOUT A DOUBT
WITH A SHARP SMACK!!
I'VE COME BACK TO REALITY, OR REALITY AS GOOD AS IT GETS
SAILING ON A CUSHIONED CLOUD
MY HEAD AT LAST GETS A REST
BUT JUST LIKE BEFORE A LITTLE IS NEVER ENOUGH
AND EVEN WORSE THAN BEFORE, LIFE HAS GOT QUITE TOUGH
SO WHAT STARTED OUT AS AN INNOCENT LITTLE TOKE
HAS TURNED INTO A STRONG WILLED BATTLE
IT'S MADE MY LIFE A LIVING JOKE
AS I LAY IN MY BED AND RATTLE....
I wrote this when i was doing a detox many years ago.. i often refer to it as a blue print for teenagers...
TODAY IT WOULD SEEM, JUST A JOINT IS OK
TOMORROW I MAY ENJOY ANOTHER
NEXT WEEK WILL BE A DIFFERENT STORY THOUGH
I'LL HAVE MET THE BONG, THE JOINTS BROTHER.
SOON I'LL HAVE SLOWED DOWN SO MUCH,
I'LL NEED SOMETHING TO GET ME GOING,
IN WHICH I'LL USE SPEED FOR THAT
AND BE FALLING APART, WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING.
NOW I'M USING UPPERS EVERYDAY
JUST TO SEE THEM THROUGH
AND BY TAKING DOWNERS TO GET TO SLEEP AT NIGHT
MY HEAD WILL NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO..
WITH A BODY THAT ACHES
AND A MIND THAT IS SURELLY TRIPPING OUT
IT WONT BE LONG TILL THEY BOTH GIVE UP
LEAVING ME STONNED COLD DEAD WITHOUT A DOUBT
WITH A SHARP SMACK!!
I'VE COME BACK TO REALITY, OR REALITY AS GOOD AS IT GETS
SAILING ON A CUSHIONED CLOUD
MY HEAD AT LAST GETS A REST
BUT JUST LIKE BEFORE A LITTLE IS NEVER ENOUGH
AND EVEN WORSE THAN BEFORE, LIFE HAS GOT QUITE TOUGH
SO WHAT STARTED OUT AS AN INNOCENT LITTLE TOKE
HAS TURNED INTO A STRONG WILLED BATTLE
IT'S MADE MY LIFE A LIVING JOKE
AS I LAY IN MY BED AND RATTLE....
I wrote this when i was doing a detox many years ago.. i often refer to it as a blue print for teenagers...
Davey, Is the poem you mean the one by Frost?
That's about roads. It's a famous one. Robert Frost that's it th one I mean.
Hermom, you have such a wonderful relationship with your daughter. She is Blessed to have you. I am certain it goes both ways.
I love hearing how well she is doing. Hey, I mean come on look who raised her.
She's a fighter, and has self-worth, and that comes from YOU. Great poem.
That's about roads. It's a famous one. Robert Frost that's it th one I mean.
Hermom, you have such a wonderful relationship with your daughter. She is Blessed to have you. I am certain it goes both ways.
I love hearing how well she is doing. Hey, I mean come on look who raised her.
She's a fighter, and has self-worth, and that comes from YOU. Great poem.
Bryn,your quite the scholar..yep thats him mr.Frost..cheers.Reddragon as were talking high brow, i liked your last rhyming couplet rattle&battle....all the best ...Davey
Reddragon:
Love the name by the way,I love anything with dragons,snakes,swords.I"m a collector of swords,have a tattoo on my right ankle that says Dragon in chinese,and have two snakes in the house,one(PYTHON) is mine and the other(BALL PYTHON) is my 2nd daughter's.I never get tiered of watching them eat and I will never get tiered of holding them,their a beautiful species.
Fantastic poem,very true,I for one got to where I was at the end by travelling that same road.
Lots of love, always a friend Teena
Love the name by the way,I love anything with dragons,snakes,swords.I"m a collector of swords,have a tattoo on my right ankle that says Dragon in chinese,and have two snakes in the house,one(PYTHON) is mine and the other(BALL PYTHON) is my 2nd daughter's.I never get tiered of watching them eat and I will never get tiered of holding them,their a beautiful species.
Fantastic poem,very true,I for one got to where I was at the end by travelling that same road.
Lots of love, always a friend Teena
Hows things Teena?all good i hope,with you&the kids.Snakes eh..fascinating creatures,just one Q? what do they eat,ive got a mental picture of you feeding them lil white mice everyday,fill us in if you will thanks.All the best as ever ..Davey
