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ain't Life funny?
i wasn't sure "where" to place this write. i mean, it ain't a poem (tho poetry is what i do), it's not a short story, nor a book... figgered it must be AN ARTICLE. hell i ain't particular.
it's raining today. GOD knows we need the rain.
the sky's are gray. just a slight, soft drizzle.
not sure this will make any sense, but this Day, i have time to reflect... on YesterDay.
just to set the background...
i am old.
older than i once was.
once, i thought i would be young forever. now i look at me and i know,
i'm growing old. a story yet to be told. sorry, that's the poet in me.
my needs are simple... food, shelter...
no more helter skelter that i used to be. no, that ain't me no longer. maybe, just maybe, i've grown stronger.
(poetry agin')...
i Live in a small space, a place GOD made for me.
It fits me.
It suits me.
my space To Be.
a small garage "efficiency"
efficiently
ME.
pastel walls
with my Art
pictures
from my past
pictures
that last
figurines
cowboys
& buddas
jade greens
an old rug
fit and snug
a few dead bugs
my front yard
is someone's backyard
i like it
a fence 'tween
the world & me
a quiet neighborhood
one i grew up in
least i should
grow up i mean
but i never did
i hid
an old pot with a tight lid
(poetry agin,...sorry)
in my life...
sorry
my daughter
Stephanie
came around
enuff of his stuff
too many reals
forget
ain't it funny?
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Hey thats a nice title "Insightful story/poem/article Ghalo M'Lord" tee-hee...now tel me how young are you?? I am forever 21...old enought to Zap even my boss!!
Love Tinka :)