WRITING POEMS ON A FRIDAY NIGHT

WRITING POEMS ON A FRIDAY NIGHT

1:30 am Saturday morning actually
Wondering what’s happened to me

Listening to Virgin Radio
Songs from long ago

When I was young
And life was so fun

Early twenties then
Drink and drugs like the other men

Met a girl I truly loved
Threw her away, a dying dove

Left her with debts I could not repay
I hope she survives to this day

Now I’m sitting alone
Beside my dead phone

Wondering if it’s right
Writing poems on a Friday night?

22nd June 2002