M's Poetry
Smell The Roses
*written for a couple who became homeless when both was laid off after Sept.11th....they have since recovered but here is their story through poetry that with permission I have written*
Come lay with me
hold my hand sometimes I get scared
never been this low
it seems I lost everything
the dominoes falling row by row
but for a moment I want to stop
I have to smell the roses
there is some I know
and as the rain hits the tin roof
I drift off to find some
Dreaming of a better life
dreaming of waking up in an house
dreaming of finally finding a job
dreaming of doing better than my mom
dreaming of us at the peak of love
somewhere so remote, no one can ever find us
I wake up in the morning...still the same spot
of where I drifted off at
I look up at you not sure what to do
I wanna tell you we will one day rise above
but my pain and shame gets in the way
the rain still hitting that tin roof
the trash and the rats looks to be my new family
never thought in a million years
we would be dealt these cards
sometimes though you are the ace
other times you end up being the joker
all I hold onto now
is just you and my dreams
and for now that is my smell of the roses
because at night I am....
Dreaming of a better life
dreaming of waking up in an house
dreaming of finally finding a job
dreaming of doing better than my mom
dreaming of us at the peak of love
somewhere so remote, no one can ever find us
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
Come lay with me
hold my hand sometimes I get scared
never been this low
it seems I lost everything
the dominoes falling row by row
but for a moment I want to stop
I have to smell the roses
there is some I know
and as the rain hits the tin roof
I drift off to find some
Dreaming of a better life
dreaming of waking up in an house
dreaming of finally finding a job
dreaming of doing better than my mom
dreaming of us at the peak of love
somewhere so remote, no one can ever find us
I wake up in the morning...still the same spot
of where I drifted off at
I look up at you not sure what to do
I wanna tell you we will one day rise above
but my pain and shame gets in the way
the rain still hitting that tin roof
the trash and the rats looks to be my new family
never thought in a million years
we would be dealt these cards
sometimes though you are the ace
other times you end up being the joker
all I hold onto now
is just you and my dreams
and for now that is my smell of the roses
because at night I am....
Dreaming of a better life
dreaming of waking up in an house
dreaming of finally finding a job
dreaming of doing better than my mom
dreaming of us at the peak of love
somewhere so remote, no one can ever find us
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
