Lost In Limbo

Looked in my pocket for that last loonie And to my surprise I found a twonie Found myself moving along happily Knowing I can buy a donut and coffee Kiss(ed) An Angel Good Morning for donut and coffee Listened all morning to Charlie Pride to set me free Found myself going into liberty For the morning I was about to see Me and Bobby McGee waking up to ecstasy After a night of simply startling jubilee Feeling all light tingly and so damn happy After a lifetime of what felt like slavery Me and Mrs Robinson waking up to a new maturity After hibernating in what seemed like a damn eternity Kissing Me Softly In The Arms of an Angel Traversing The Road Less Travelled with a new angle Looked in my pocket for some lost change Felt like a cowboy on a lone range Thinking about Gene Autry and the Grand Ole Opry About Johnny Cash and the Man In Black('s) brave story Woke up to a Sunday Morning Coming Down Truly believing that I was Cathy's Clown Dressed up as A Well Respected Man And feeling no lesser than Peter Pan Poor Lonesome Me struggling in the land of liberty Fighting sweat shop mentality in lost industry The Rebel Without A Cause lost in the land of Oz Persevering to be the rebel with a cause Crazy with Fever On The Threshold of a Dream Riding with Riders On The Storm looking for some steam Break(ing) On Through To The Other Side of Harvest Moon Believing the mobility came none too soon Richard Wlodarski October 2015