Token Gestures

Token Gestures

A Poem by Bluebird

The ring that I’ve just picked, what’s it supposed to show

A world of glitz and glamour, or the path I’m supposed to go

 

Society seems to expect me, to find a man, settle down

There’s more to life than marriage, grab some red I’m off to paint the town

 

I’ve been brought up in the country, so Glasgow’s full of lights

Statues wearing cones on heads, and others pigeon shite

 

There’s docks full of memories, where ships were forged to sail

Palaces and townhouses, and courts to get the jail

 

So where is it that I belong, in the pub or in the park

So many decisions in life to make, ways to leave my mark

© 2019 Bluebird


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Good introspection in this one. We all grow up with parental expectations and even societal ones. However, only you can make your life decisions....you have to live with them. Lydi**

Posted 5 Years Ago


Bluebird

5 Years Ago

Thank you very much
i like this...i have never really followed norms...and when i have, they haven't worked out so well.
I'll stick to my different drum. Expectations can murder our hearts and souls.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Glasgow, United Kingdom



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