Even When You Can't Find The Words

A man may esteem himself happy when that which is his food is also his medicine. - Thoreau

sing what you live

live what you sing

lift your hands as you strut to each and everything

chirp with the birds

belt it out even when you can't find the words

don't fret 'bout what tomorrow may bring

strum that six string

polish the chords like a diamond ring

like a second coming

let it wail

stand at the helm and raise the sail

dance up the hill with an empty pail

treat every morning like spring

unclog the rusty, corroded plumbing

put one foot in front of the other

do you hear me brother

even a pauper can be a king

a royal, velvet robe is nothing more than a fancy, paper g-string

Author's Note

"Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and die with their song still in them." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Buddhistboy73]

Nice write Pete...

It's full of fighting spirit...an against all odds poem that speaks about mans innate capacity to challenge our situations....

These are my favourite lines:

belt it out even when you can't find the words
don't fret 'bout what tomorrow may bring

Cheers fella...

BB73

[Pete]

wow. very cool thoughts. thanks for sharing. much appreciated as always bb73 from the big smoke (london).