The Poet

(Lyric Rewrite Simon and Garfunkel- The Boxer)

(The Boxer - Simon and Garfunkel)

I am just a poet

Though my story's seldom told

I have scribbled with persistence

And ignored so many critics, doubting Thomases

For who'd have guessed

That a man writes what he has to write

And disregards the rest.

Only showed my verse to family

I was feeling rather coy

Can be hard to share with strangers

Your inspiration

So give it time,

And take it slowly, seeking out supporters

Till you find what works; will go.

Write a few more verses

When you find what works you'll know.

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You know you'll earn no wages

And it's not a proper job

You'll get no offers

And your words won't open doors

For a poet there's no groupies

I do declare

There were times when I got lonesome

But I found no comfort there, le le le le le le le

Nnnnnnn

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes

And wishing I was gone

But I'm still home

And the New York City winters

Won't be greeting me

Meeting me

Here alone.

In the clearing stands a poet

And a writer by his trade

And he carries the reminders

Of everyone that put him down

Or cut him till he cried out

And cried in anger's name

"Keep believing, keep believing"

For the writer still remains, mmm mmm

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