Joel

34 years I have drifted As a poet do I have words? Have I the hands for yet words crafted I’m Joel... have you heard? My bottle of wine finishes I would think... tonight I have won My evening where night reaches Tomorrow... I can only find money gone Times if not to have... I had When did I... how did I became? I become... I did not wept I only evolve... I did not remain I believe in times a-changing And I am slow... slow to keep up I’m barely surviving yet I’m far from dying If there be a reason... I have my doubts Have I a drifted 34 years? As a poet... I have words! Poems to only you know... dears I’m simply a Joel... have you heard?