![]() Thanks To DylanA Poem by Michael G. Smith
Poet man, storyteller the music you wrote
Never quite turned me on But you kept it comin' as a train movin' 'long
Somehow the words you said Found a way inside my head Like the lyrics you sung from "Blowin' in the wind" About the sorrows of the ordinary man In the same vein just like Lennon and Melloncamp did How in tomorrows everybody's may be broken But the spirit keeps comin' back again and again The life tales told run so far as fast and as deep as water Forever embodied in white, red and the blues Of the inward and outer wars What can one man do I too grew up in the middle of unrest A baby born of the sixties A boy in the seventies North of corn field's Midwest Watched a father; veteran of Vietnam struggle Didn't know I was watching him slowly dying all the while He was trying to pull himself up and survive And my dear poor Catholic mother with five children One night lights went out; she gave up, failing life's great test The soul sometimes feels Forgets to tell the mind and heart And you keep, your fingers moving from cord to cord As your voice trembles Touches grace, before falling apart The irony of this great experiment Is naivety never gives back Merely takes and takes And somewhere, down inside, you play Heartstrings of inspiration to a once sidelined child Attempts to also write hope in poems and never hate Alleviation to the day by day aches of our mistakes So into the wee hour stillness I embrace the talking pen and "Like a rolling stone" rolls over radio I have to say Dylan thanks For helping a boy find himself In dysfunction among a broken home This eldest son now grows Has five younger siblings to raise And mother's safe, "knockin' on heaven's door" While daddy's a "hurricane" always working late, But thats okay because now I know I'm never alone, I've found "shelter from the storm" © 2017 Michael G. SmithReviews
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