Hustlers… (poem) by Ed Matlack on AuthorsDen

Hustlers…
by Ed Matlack → (All Poetry by Ed Matlack)
Monday, December 18, 2017 Rated "G" by the Author.

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Good or bad memories I can't really say, but sometimes something gets dredged up & its better to vent it here...thank you for reading...

In my life they came and went, I can’t remember who they were, The devil was the one, who of them sent, My memory of them & others is pretty much a blur… Drugs and drinking I was still doing then, Into and out of my life they all came and went, *They were part of my bad* day’s way back when, Today sometimes I use my writing to of those days vent… Not seen any of them since the eighties, Mostly they wanted money for drugs, I hope they lived and didn’t go to hades, I know as they got older they frequented the clubs, Trying to get picked up by those that owned a Mercedes… Just a part and parcel of my lurid past, From my moment in the proverbial sun, Everything has changed since my last, I guess for me at the time it was a pretty good run. © -ed- 12/18/17**

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on December 26, 2017

We "think" we are invincible when we are young. But we are not. Love and peace.

Regis

Reviewed by Susanne Leist

Reviewed on December 24, 2017

The past is gone. What is left is who we are today. And you are a poet.

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on December 23, 2017

You are the sum total of your life's events. You have been molded by changes and adaptations. Hey, you're alright!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on December 21, 2017

aren't we all

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on December 19, 2017

We are all invincible when we are young. Some expression more vigorously than others. I guess I was hustling in my own way as well by seeking higher education and success through good deeds and high productivity.

I sense a longing for getting together with some of those old acquaintances just to see how they are doing. Most of the ones that I knew from back then are quite boring if they are not dead.

Ron

Reviewed by Michael Schafer

I can relate. If it wasn't for working 2nd shift, I probably would have continued to run with the wrong crowd until who knows when. Working 2nd shift separated me from them, and I'm glad of it.

Reviewed by John Herlihy

Reviewed on December 18, 2017

The past always seems to be creeping along behind us, for some strange reason especially during the holiday season. Hang in there. We've all been there and left it behind.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

You and me both, Ed, you and me both!!!