Early Works - Universal Life

You wake up in the morning and put your hands behind your head as another day awaits your eager mind, but what job would you choose to find butcher, baker or maybe a preacher writing striking sermons to the multitude it would be read of the peaceful life that eludes without their wars and faults. Maybe not a preacher but a baker instead baking pies, cakes and bread wedding cakes, rolls and steak pies, but even baking has its constant ties. Back to the reality your in maybe a lawyer you might have been questioning the witnesses that the prosecution has brought forward to help beat your case. No its back to the drawing board in your mind to etch another job to find, maybe a policeman’s job would be fine catching murders and thieves by clues he or she leave behind, making sure lorries don’t overload, reforming the bad to good by helping the deeply misunderstood. However, even a policeman’s job has pit falls; maybe a poet’s job isn’t bad at all. Writing romantic words of love about the moon, sun and stars above. Saying words descriptive and sweet to each girl you meet, writing a philosophy on life with its hated and strife, acting a rebel to society with banners and placard, not for me. Maybe a secret agent for me travelling to different countries photographing secret documents, then maybe we’re not all Derek Flints or James Bond, then why not a Beatle maybe with lots and lots of lovely loot and loads and loads of fame with everyone knowing your name. No, I’ll just lay here and dream again. Date unknown (Probably the late 1960s or early 1970s)