Pocketful of Poetry - Mindy Gledhill

I don't do well if I'm kept behind

This office desk inside

It makes me loose my mind

Which wanders endlessly

Where all the birds fly freely

With their silhouettes

In perfect symmetry

I got a pocketful of poetry

I've got a head full of songs

A heart with wings

You couldn't tie me down to anything

And that's enough for me

I draw doodles of eccentric faces

In the margin spaces

Of important papers

Then I hand them in

With a comedic grin

They ask if I need help

Oh where do I begin

I got a pocketful of poetry

I've got a head full of songs

A heart with wings

You couldn't tie me down to anything

And that's enough for me

People all good lovingly they tell me

Do as you should

All will be well they say

Life is a test please give the best answer

A or B or C pick one instantly

What if there's so much more to me

I got a pocketful of poetry

I've got a head full of songs

A heart with wings

You couldn't tie me down to anything

And that's enough for me