A Whackadoodle Poem: Questions From a Fan
I wrote this poem after watching one of my favorite movies, Harold and Maude, and listening to one of my favorite artists. It's original title was simply CAT. It's from my "Playing With Words" phase.
Questions From a Fan
You said don’t be shy, or life rolls on by
miles from nowhere.
Warned not to deny a child girl’s cry.
You were off to find there.
Sang the rowdy road, hit the wild world.
But our time runs thin;
and you never told why your songs went cold
if answers lie within.
Found a mountain and began to climb,
called yourself a friend;
But in all those miles and in all that time,
you ever reach the end?
You loved everything; crept through the valley
wandered in the wood.
Can’t help but wonder; did you find honey
to make yourself feel good?
In all those miles, what made it alright
to rewrite the rules?
You mentioned freedom and no soul in sight
Did that help you to choose?
And you drank to that; knew how your body
was such a good friend.
Could last for miles; but somehow oddly
not needed in the end.
When you sang of trials in gifted rhyme,
did you think life fair?
Along those miles, when you took your time;
did you ever reach there?