My New Love

My New Love: The Poem - Episode 4 – “A Journey”.

While very young and in church
The whole world I would besmirch,
I would drift away, think any thought
Anything, but hear what the Father taught

While a youth bored in class, to kill the time,
A waft away from the sublime.
Of my first love I would in repose,
Dream of her, recall her beauty, big finger to my nose.

A woman’s love, it smothers
In spite of what they say, alas she washed away, then many others
I drank, and drugged and I lost my way
“He’s no life,” my few friends would say

Jobs and chances, I wasted plenty,
Did a dime in San Clemente
(There I learned all about dope
And never, never drop the soap)

My luck all gone, my misery deepened
I became withdrawn, my depression steepened
At the end, on a dark Sunday night
I ventured towards the greatest light
There the light did shine as though twas day
It wasn’t heaven, but grown men did play
They cared not their youth was done
I could see they were having fun

I joined in, ran hard, my muscles burned
And soon my inner strength returned
It was not the tunnel I went down
I joined a sport that is renown

I went home, full of life, hardly slept,
So full of joy I nearly wept
A simple thing to play a game
The benefits are there to gain

Pride restored, I got some work
I was hired as an office clerk
I treat all as my fine brothers
I work hard, I do good unto others

To confess I’m still bored at a meeting
Now, to ward off appearing fleeting
I keep my eyes glued on the speaker
Smile and nod as though I’m meeker
I sneak my big finger along my lip
Breath in as though to catch a drip
Then I simply conjure up my new love,
From the lingering smell of my lacrosse glove