Could Have Would Have Should Have
The beleaguered soul was so sure and dispirited he came to me and told me his plans were set in granite wings and lofty. Why he took me all the way to BROADWAY in his reverie and musing. He sailed the wind on Icarus wings again he failed to indicate his failure he took it on himself as a home owner and blamed it on his lack thereof of time he was so certain of his revelation a play and then a TV show why men would stand and sing his worded adorations and the backdrop was a clown singing oh my papa for the third time. The plays this thing but Shakespeare died in his play acting days they manufactured props from peoples barns and most of all the better plays were seldom seen from heights but orange crates and cartons.
Drop Drop oh Arizonian and make your poems add some play and some misfortunes and leave the dialog to me to one who has the time to make a poem bleed.
Old Homeless is this poet and he tries so very hard to leave his message in your yard
Please do not try so hard to be the better but the average is the best just leave the rules behind and take the test of time and you will find it was a test of spirit and of mind
As fortune smiles the die is cast the numbers change before the eye and smile my friend and heal up from the unfortunate accident and smile please read this one more Homeless poem and just try to smile for without the feelings we are only Robots after all.
