I’m on my verandah, I’m having a beer
The music is playing, the wife she’s not
here
I’m playing Paul Kelly, there’s nought on
the ‘tele
I think I might have one more
The weather is cooling, the sky it is grey
It’s really quite pleasant, hope the rain
stays away
I’ll just have that next one, the day
is all gone
A barbeque sounds quite inviting
I’ve been thinking about it, it’s making
me sad
I miss all the good times, that I once had
There’s really no winner, I’m such a
beginner
I need to stop it invading my mind
Tomorrow is Sunday, should I get out for a
walk
Should I find a Koala, engage in small
talk
But once I’m outside I might go for a ride
I won’t know what to do until then
When I was twenty, I thought life was
a laugh
Back then I knew nothing, not the wheat
from the chaff
Life should be greater, nearly thirty
years later
I’m sure it is in it’s way
How did Paul Kelly get inside my head
Was it something he’s singing, is it
something he said
The clock on his silo can’t show eleven
degrees
Nothing right now makes much sense
great poem Paul, but I feel 'small talk' with a Koala would indeed be small talk!
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