Folk Song

Folk Song (Lyrics only –music by reader)

Don’t think I’ll write you poems anymore.
They tell too much, yet make me seem the bore.
(Plaintive) You read, but never heed it –
I guess you just don’t need it.
Don’t think I’ll write you poems any more.

Can’t write a poem that gets into your mind.
You see the words but always come up blind.
(Confused) The words I pick just fail me –
And the hopelessness assails me –
No poems that I write get to your mind.

And I sure can’t write a poem for your heart.
(Angry) It’s an effort that is doomed right from the start.
Your heart shuts up tight to me –
As your words cut wide roads through me –
And my poems never quite unlock your heart.

No poem that I write can gain your time,
You always move away when I try rhyme.
(Resigned) You may smile, and say “how bright!”
But when it comes to spend the night
My rhyme just cannot gain your guarded time.

So tell me why I ought to write you verse?
(Allegro It reaches out, but only makes it worse.
But There’s no way thru your shell.
Wistful) My words just cause me hell.
So tell me why I ought to write you verse?