My Muse

I used to be a nocturnal troubadour Playing a fair amount of songs that years forgot With a guitar nestled on my lap I would whistle while playing until my fingers bled I laugh at the call for intermission. A pause declared I walk over to get a bite to eat And to talk with some of the other performers They all agreed that God put them on Earth to play I was placed on Earth to make people smile This life I have been given is one thing I ponder Holding my chin up to the clouds I grew nine inches over the course of one Summer All the better to look into your eyes I fell in love four times in ten years Where do I go from here? I will have to get back to you on that Sleep, eat, poetry, repeat That is all I need to know