How Good I Be


Oh but how good I be
I am but asked
To which I reply
As I write some poetry
I am quite good in fact
But it's something of an act
Because who really wants to know
How you're doing
When they ask
They're just being polite

 If they really wanted to know
And I felt the need
To tell them the truth
I'd take a breath
But deep and long
And sing them a song
Of stupid woe

 Which is not to say
I'm on the edge
Of losing it all
I'm not ready to fall
From the lows I call these heights
I've climbed to
I'm just not flying
So blessedly high
As I've flown before

 Though I've found a spark
To light the dark
Which makes these yes
Some heady days
With love in the air
Because of a lady fair
Like an angel
Yes come to Earth
And wanting me
Which is indeed
A most special thing

 But money's tight alas
And the dreams that I had
Of selling shirts
Through the twitter
Has hit the shitter
I still suppose
I might yet sell
A couple or four
It just doesn't seem
I'll live the dream
Of hundreds sold
Which would make my day
And help pay my way

 Yeah it's tough all over
But I keep dreaming
That I'll find the easier path
Some day yet
So can better get
The things I want to have
But only time will tell
If I can do well
And make my life
Something of the like
I dream that it can be

 Not that you're asking for this
You'd surely hiss
If I unloaded the shit
That troubles me
So I'll just say
I'm good today
And all good things
Rightly considered
I'm okay
And hanging in
Knowing yes indeed
That I can do better
Be a real go getter
And sail my little ship
Into happier waters 

 Oh but how good I be
Writing poetry
Better for the writing of verse
Knowing that I could feel worse
So I'll think of the good
That I have now
And seek to make it bigger
And bright too
That's just what I gotta do
Yes gotta do indeed

Charles Petrie

Date
08-13-19

Time
17:02-17:46=44

Word Count
370

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