The evening darkness
Has arrived
Night is here
The silvery beams
Makes all clear
The moon is full
My pockets are empty
I lost my job.
I walk through a park
The lane is dark
two weeks ago
They repossess my car
Ahead I see
A cluster of dwellings
Their lights are on.
The bank
Foreclosed, upon my house
Now I am homeless
In disgrace
To them I was a bother
My children disown me
I can no longer stay sober
My wife died a year ago
On this date.
I hope I am not late
For with her, I have a date
My destination, is my Last Stop
With her
I'll walk hand in hand
Before the rising sun is up
Of the tomorrow, I'll never see
Tugged in my waist
Is my trusty piece
Caliber, point thirty-eight
Thanks. After reading a poem on AD yesterday I felt angry at him finding this type of thing funny. I would say there for the grace..
But no. Cos I was there in 2000 thru 2001.
All I had were the clothes on my back and a little bible..
This is a well-written and frightening poem William, and I certainly hope that it is not autobiographic. It does seem that when we are caught in a downward trend that there is little we can do to stop the spin. Of course, that is never true since God never gives us problems that he knows we cannot learn from and work through.
Take care,
Sherry
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
this state.
Well written William...
love and peace, Carole
But no. Cos I was there in 2000 thru 2001.
All I had were the clothes on my back and a little bible..
Said so well....
Reindeer
What more can I say....I guess life has to end that way for many soon the way life is treating us!!
Thanks for sharing !!
Love Tinka
Love and peace
Eileen
Take care,
Sherry