Essays, exams, good marks, top grades,
Is this stuff of which dreams are made?
'Cause if it is, then count me out;
I'd rather live my life without
These bits of paper that you chase.
Surely these cannot replace
A life lived free, and to the full -
Of liberty, without the pull,
The drag of expectation, which
(If it indeed boils down to this)
Will hound you all until the grave -
Yours must be the life you save.
The life for which you always fight
The life you love with all your might
The life where nothing's out of reach
The life that no-one else can teach
The life a canvas blank and clean
The life with nothing in between
The life a never-ending space
The life that nothing can replace
The life you take; the life you give:
The life which you alone can live.
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Dave, this is great! You’re pretty talented!
this is really good
i can’t write poetry for peanuts!
you have talent
(To be sung to the theme of My Names Jack by the Manfred Mann World Band)
My name’s Dave,
And I live in a cave,
Tying bowlines,
And supping on an ale.
His names Will,
Slate is his pill,
He climbs E9,
And is worshipped by McClure.
See. I can write po et ree too.
I would class the second stanza of that more as ‘fantasy verse’, Will