Penny On The Floor

bossman3188

there's a penny on the floor and you're gone
the television's on
have you found another man to take my place?

there's a penny on the floor and i'm wise
i try to see in your eyes
but all i see is a reflection of my face

there's a penny on the floor and you're gone
i'm trying to right what's wrong
a stronger man might do it with more grace

there's a penny on the floor and i'm wise
i look up to the skies
i cry and pray and i stare out into space

there's a penny on the floor and you're standing at the door
turn around and say goodbye
a woman like you comes around just once a life

there's a penny on the floor and and i'm strong
i'll try to carry on
realizing no one can take your place

there's a penny on the floor and and i'm fine
i know it's gonna take some time
before i look at you without looking at my own face

penny on the floor, i'm tired of the war
penny on the track, are you coming back

there's a penny on the floor and it stays
as a tribute to the days
that were spent with you no one can take them away

there's a penny on the floor and it stays
as a tribute to the ways
you filled my soul with courage hope and grace

there's a penny on the floor and you're standing at the door
turn around and say goodbye
a woman like you comes around just once a life

there's a penny on the floor and you're standing at the door
turn around and say goodbye
a woman like you comes around it won't bring me down

Kovo

Just going through old poems (haven't been on much lately, new gal ) and this one caught my eye. I really like this poem, it would make a great song, and I like how it flows.

FinsburyParkCarrots

The morning is dead
And the day is, too
There's nothing left here to meet me
But the velvet moon
All my loneliness I have felt today
It's a little more than enough
To make a man throw himself away

And I continue
To burn the midnight lamp
Alone

Now the smiling portrait of you
Is still hangin' on my frowning wall
It really doesn't, really doesn't bother me too much at all
It's just the ever falling dust
That makes it so hard for me to see
That forgotten earring layin' on the floor
Facing coldly towards the door

I continue
To burn the midnight lamp
Lord, alone

Loneliness is such a drag

So here I sit to face
That same old fire place
Gettin' ready for the same old explosion
Goin' through my mind
And soon enough time will tell,
About the circus in the wishing well
And someone who will buy and sell for me
Someone to toll my bell

But I continue
To burn the midnight lamp
Lord, alone
Darlin' can't ya hear me callin' you?
So lonely
Gonna have to blow my mind
Lonely


Jimi Hendrix

twin1

This one does sound like a song. Good read.

twin2

Kovo wrote:

Just going through old poems (haven't been on much lately, new gal ) and this one caught my eye. I really like this poem, it would make a great song, and I like how it flows.

Good for you Kovo.

Bossman-
Great words by the way. I like this one.