Intro to My Songbook

Homebound Troubadour

I might have been a troubadour
When I was eager to leave home;
To sing songs of news and folklore
Along the far pathways I roam.

It might’ve helped if my singing voice
Was then more than a happy croak.
Folks listened if they had no choice
To that darn singin’ paperboy bloke.

Oh yes, I sang and I performed
Both in the shower and on stage.
But around me then no crowds swarmed;
Of my talent, ‘twas a fair gauge.

Now I’m a silent troubadour,
Comfy nestled in my living room chair.
I may hum a tune, but no more;
You can sing the lyrics I share.