Topic: In A Car Learning To Swim
This is a poem I wrote about Louie Armstrong singing the song Wonderful World on a car radio coming to my rescue.
In A Car Learning To Swim
Siting in the passenger seat is not always a fun thing.
Listening to the music on the radio as my serious driver talks about morbid things.
I’ve been chasing all sorts of dreams for a long time.
And now I am wondering as an old man what is the right time.
Is it time to stop or be thankful with my lot.
Now that I forget more than I remember.
Does it matter if its April, May or September.
I use to look for a song.
To tell me about right or wrong.
To be positive about my dreams.
The old songs of my youth are starting to feel staid.
The new songs are all about been laid.
All so temporary.
Ships in the night with no guiding light.
Taking the warmth out of the sun shining bright.
Songs from before my time that I didn’t like in my youth.
Loved by my elders and wasted on my youth.
Fill me with the wisdom of old fashion truth.
Those of my generation who thoughts made a big splash.
Many I want now to throw in the trash.
Cross legged Gurus on mountain tops.
Ideas and mantras don’t mean a lot.
The Frank Sinatra mantra of I did it my way.
I’m not sure or confident if that’s what made me okay.
Will children gain wisdom as they grow.
Will they learn much more than I'll never know.
As I’m about to get out of the car.
To head into a Chapel to say goodbye to another friend.
Satchmo comes on the radio and make’s me smile.
No longer out of my depth in modern murky water.
I have learnt how to swim.