Paul's new song The Floor Singer He googled the words, then he cut and he pasted The tune he was able to rip and then burn He learned all the verses it took him a while Now he sat in the circle awaiting his turn This was his moment to rise and to shine He took a deep breath when the time came to start But his mind went blank and he could not remember The words he had thought to be etched on his heart Chorus It did not do much for his ego His head was all over the place He started out with the best of intentions But now he had egg on his face If he could remember the opening line Or even perhaps just one single word But it wasn’t to happen. It wasn’t to be And that was quite simply the way it occurred It was almost as though he’d been smitten Unable to function and gripped by a curse And there wasn’t a person who did not feel for him But that only seemed, to make matters worse When a brain has gone into bungalow mode There is no cognition. There is no recall Some people call it a senior moment As the light goes out and you hit a brick wall When he retakes his seat in the circle The words seem to come flooding back to him then But he can do nothing, but patiently sit And wait until his turn comes round once again Paul J Openshaw (September 2018)
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