
My car stands motionless in the driveway
but I don’t know how to drive it
That guitar is propped against its amp
but I don’t know how to play
and my lover
she lies there in the bedroom
but I…
My chess set’s collecting dust upon the shelves
but I don’t know what the rules are
That fishing rod looms above the bait box
but I don’t have the technique
and my lover
she lies there in the bedroom
but I…
What am I for
when I don’t know how to love her
when I don’t know how to let her
love me back
What am I for
What am I for
So, I’ll keep buying toys
and promising I’ll master them
When really there’s no joy
in anything, anymore…
[2007]
Thanks for reading this old poem.
Love this Tom. I could hear you reading it, and I know where you would pause!
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🙂 Thanks Peter, I fully expect you’ve guessed correctly.
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So sad and melancholy.
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Thank you Gretchen, that was my only mode for writing back then and I loved it 🙂
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