Petes Poetry
Mushroom
So what's left to discover
Is it the wonder of whether you love her.
So words twist and bend, send us blind.
I'll see you in the end, if I have time.
And what's perfect to me, is full of imperfection.
I gotta learn to love right, show my honest affection.
And the true truth, that's just my opinion.
The fungus, the mould, the yeast now a champinion.
The vegetable, the mushroom, that lives and feeds on s#it.
Yes, this the life, you've gotta love it.
So I look into your eyes, and see myself in many ways.
The loneliness, the loss, the wasted effort and days.
Today a new day, hazy yet bright.
The hunger to begin, the will and want to see you tonight.
Peter Riddoch.
Is it the wonder of whether you love her.
So words twist and bend, send us blind.
I'll see you in the end, if I have time.
And what's perfect to me, is full of imperfection.
I gotta learn to love right, show my honest affection.
And the true truth, that's just my opinion.
The fungus, the mould, the yeast now a champinion.
The vegetable, the mushroom, that lives and feeds on s#it.
Yes, this the life, you've gotta love it.
So I look into your eyes, and see myself in many ways.
The loneliness, the loss, the wasted effort and days.
Today a new day, hazy yet bright.
The hunger to begin, the will and want to see you tonight.
Peter Riddoch.
