Blues

My blues aint the tune u might all use,

Coz it's a hangman's noose, that's always loose.

So I slip into my bright blue swede shoes,

The glow seeps thru my skin, like blood thin juice.

I still have that feel of those new bought treds,

When my skin had each brand new blue thread.

It faded through time, like childhood dread,

But still makes me feel warm, like a new sprung bed.

But I aged like the sneaks on my feet,

Without forgetting that aged old sweat beat.

I kept kicking on, like a worn out sheet,

And I smile to every cat, I randomly meet.

It reminds me of my childhood trips,

Standing on the rocks, staring at the ships.

Every crisis has been just another blip,

As I kept rising 2 the top, after every dip.

So 2 me the blues are just the ones n twos,

Flashing behind me, on a nightly peruse.

I put it to the back of my mind, like ancient news,

N let my rhymes tell the clues, 2 my life's unsung blues.

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