Disrupted Poem

DISRUPTED POEM 

And now I lift the pen again

And now I tap the key

And now it is a beginning I make

And now I stop for tea

 

Again I attempt to write this thing

But drift into a day dream

The mind wanders back to the days before

And I hear the songs I used to explore

 

They meant a lot in days of youth

My identity card manifesto, of a truth

Along with many other hip types – more

Community buddy-ism from shore to shore

 

Full of optimism until it was quenched

By human nature out of-shape-all-wrenched

Things will always fall apart – you might say

When selfishness is the order of the day

 

“Will you not finish this poem first?”

It’s time for tea – I will not be coerced

I don’t have the time to explain

I might be writing it all over again