Thomas Shibbish Poet Ode

Old Clothes New Friends

I’m walking down the road
With a pocket full of thrills 
Trying to retrace my steps 
Striving for something real 

I’m far away from home
What happened to my friends?
Where did they all go?
I don’t seem to know

I don’t really think I care
They were never really there
When I needed them the most
To help me try to cope

It pains me to say that I don’t need them
I threw away my old clothes for something decent
And it doesn’t feel right

I made some new friends for a reason
I bought some new clothes I wish they could see them
And maybe I won’t feel so bad

The path that I am on
Where it all went wrong
Being cooler than cool
Soon catches up to you

No one seems to know
No one seems to care
I’m lost with out a map
I’m trapped somewhere out here
Passing out in the street

Like a junkie on TV
It’s not what I want
It’s what I end up being
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Carol Sunshine Brown September 29, 2011 at 9:43 AM I am very happy to have been able to read your poetry today Thomas. I do not have a lot of words to comment on it but I want you to know I did read it. Every poem as with every poet has a different meaning and I do not wish to misinterpert your poetry. I do love reading poetry here and I get inspiration from others poetry which enables me to write new poetry myself. There are lots of wonderful people who give great comments here and I hope they all read your poetry and comment. Love, Carol