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)