Andrew Hauton Poetry

The best of times are those that we do not plan ... She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart, While I'm drinking jack all alone in my local bar, And we don't know how, How we got in to this mad situation, Only doing things outta frustration Trying to make it work but man these times are hard, She needs me now but I can't seem to find a time, I've got a new job now on the unemployment line, And we don't know how, How we got into this mess is it god's test, Someone help us 'cause we're doing our best, Trying to make it work but man these times are hard But we're gonna start by Drinking old cheap bottles of wine, Sit talking up all night, Saying things we haven't for a while A while ya We're smiling but we're close tears, Even after all these years, We just now got the feeling that we're meeting for the first time Oooooo [few times] She's in line at the dole, With her head held high (high) Whi

Everyone laughed at me, everyone told me I was a joke, that I'd never make it, I'm setting my heights to dreams that I cannot achieve, to places I'll never travel and a life I'll never live. Those were mirrors that stood in front of them, for it was not me they were laughing at, it was themselves ... And those lies they spewed were jealously coated and fear sprinkled. Give them a second and they will waste your time ... cause success is not a dress code, it is an achievement, and if you think you've seen the best of me ... you've been misinformed ... 'Cause the best is yet to come ...