the poem the song: my style my life my love

As I look out of the window
I see the same views
As usual, as it is
But some seen, some unseen

As I listen to the music
I hear the same songs
As usual, as it is
But some heard, some unheard

As I eat my dinner
I taste the same food
As usual, as it is
But some eaten, some uneaten

As I smell the flowers in the garden
I smell the same scents
As usual, as it is
But some smelt, some unsmelt

As I feel the dailies of my life
I feel the same rhythm
As usual, as it is
But some known, some unknown

What has life got to do with this ?
What has it go to do with this ?
What has my life got to do with this ?
What has my love got to do with this ?

Life has it hands in it
It has you on your foot
My life is an unopened box of chocolates
My love is a opened tin of pineapples
Sometimes sweet, sometimes sour
Sometimes crunchy, sometimes mushy

This is my style
This is my life
This is my love
This is my style my life my love
This is the song of Elaine

author: elaine (all rights reserved 2006)