When you pass fifty you have to hurry and write your remembrances Cause time is a luxury not to be wasted. My eyes tell me they may go out And my heart in its’ urgency complains to my body daily. And my cigarettes say we shall comfort you. I don’t want Kenny to see me die Cause he’ll only miss my insurance payments. But James caring big brother may miss the songs of my soul.
Those who think in futures sit choked by today people. Don’t they know the present is always with us. I saw Nikki“G”at the booksellers and my heart leaped. Our souls touched fleetingly in a moment And I I left inspired to climb once again My mountain.
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.
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It truly isn't Mikii, and we all must keep climbing!