Move Over Westlife

This is my first homework task for the creative writing course I'm on. We were to find a song, think about the structure of it, poetry-wise, and then write our own. The structure, I think, is iambic pentameter with an extra beat at the end of the first and third lines. There's probably a technical term for it.

Did I enjoy the class? I'm not sure enjoy is the word. I missed looking out of the window. There were windows looking into the corridor but that's not the same. The tables were little things attatched to chairs, not nearly enough space to spread out. I also missed a real person in the room. They were real, but miles away, and presenting the topic via video conference. I guess there is a differnce between teaching and lecturing. I missed handouts. Accessing the materials through my mobile phone was a first. I don't often carry my mobile and it's not often juiced up, but yesterday it did its stuff.

Here we go - it's based on Westlife and "You Rasie Me Up" and, yes, you can sing it if you like. I've even included a chorius.

This Place is Mine

The room we share, it has no outside windows

No sky to see, no planes that leave a trail

Just walls and screens, and tables grey and plastic

And tasks to do my brain finds hard to scale

I’ve done my time, I’ve earned this space to study

I’ve paid my dues, it’s time for me to shine

I may be old, and feel myself discarded

And yet, this time, this place I know is mine

I look around and see the youthful faces

Their learning journey new and clean and bright

I see my autumn years and winter coming

My eyes reflect a gentle, older light

I’ve done my time, I’ve earned this space to study

I’ve paid my dues, it’s time for me to shine

I may be old, and feel myself discarded

And yet, this time, this place I know is mine

I will not stop, I will not close the curtain

On hopes and dreams I know that I still hold

My heart is young, I see the path before me

Rise up, rise up within me, courage bold

I’ve done my time, I’ve earned this space to study

I’ve paid my dues, it’s time for me to shine

I may be old, and feel myself discarded

And yet, this time, this place I know is mine