The Trick

When I was 21, I wrote this poem which I used to perform like a song at poetry slams.  Now that my ability to move is zero and just leaving the house is a major ordeal, the words mean so much more to me.  And so, 23 years later, I‘m posting it here.  Sing along!

THE TRICK
 a song  7/90

Rover Rover where you goin’
you know you got no where to roam
Remember kid you sold your shoes
to buy the propane rocket fuel
So where’s the rocket
and where’s your friends
The moon’s still way over head
The moon’s still way over head

Peace be with you
Peace be good
Brother find some brotherhood
Ain’t no golden magic roads
only brick and cobblestone
So where you
off to
off to
where
Far away
you’ll still be there

Marco Polo traveled east
Ambassador for a western king
Found some gold some silk some spice
Cat never found no paradise
So you can ask Columbus
You can ask Vasquez
Where’s the fountain
of youthfulness
Where’s the fountain
of youthfulness

Who am I if not a fool
Kept an open ear at school
Professor Gospel cried and begged
Us to question our own heads
Don’t need no boats
no rocket ships
Rover Rover
Learn the trick
Rover Rover
Learn the trick

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Filed under ALS, ALS Poetry, Lou Gehrig's Disease, PALS, Poetry, Scott Lew

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