This is a poem which ended up with a chorus attached to it.
the contents of my life
in brown cardboard boxes
stacked high
labelled with a black scrawled
hand write
the past the present
made me think
about the rest of my life
long hours all alone
no friends a lonely soul
no rock n roll
the best times already had
the thought of the future
makes me sad
maybe if I was younger
fear I would not hold
I’ve never thought about
loneliness before
but now it bangs shouts
at my door
will this feeling ever go
long hours all alone
no friends a lonely soul
no rock n roll
the best times already had
the thought of the future
makes me sad
I’m sure this is just a passing thing
a mid life crisis
of emotions caving in
after all the history packed away
was not always the best of days
long hours all alone
no friends a lonely soul
no rock n roll
the best times already had
the thought of the future
makes me sad
so it’s time I got on my way
Carpe diem that’s what they say
time to move look forward
not back again
the past is boxed don’t open it again
maybe then it will disappear
the fear of loneliness
that’s inside me
long hours all alone
no friends a lonely soul
no rock n roll
the best times already had
the thought of the future
makes me sad
a very thought provoking poem, which I'm sure will tough many,
🙂 A good poem, well expressed... I well know such feelings.