I wrote this because, sometimes I feel inferior after reading some of the beautiful words on this poetry site. It makes me realize that I am limited where poetry is concerned, I am a song writer, nothing more or less Peter
I’m A balladeer
Some folk call me a poet
But that’s not what I do
I do not have the pretty words
Like you, and you, and you
My education let me down
I rushed on leaving school
So I guess when it comes to the written word
I can be quite a fool.
I guess I’m just a balladeer
With the gift of rhyme and rhythm
I think that I was born with it
It was so freely given
By the power who rules the way things are
I have to face the facts
I’ll never be a poet man
It’s just not where I’m at.
So if I write just mainly ballads
Just bear a while with me
Just read my stuff with understanding
As I roam wild and free
With everything that’s on my mind
It’s the story of my life
And to write with all those fancy words
Would cause me too much strife.
16 July 2013 @ 1315hrs.