Like a book finally
Written my story told
I sit and wait
To be read knowing
That I’m chock full
Of adventures if only
Someone wishes to go
On them with me
Category: Poetry
Done
I’m at that point
Of not knowing anymore
Different when I was
A child for then
I wondered but now
I know I don’t
Like being cast overboard
Able to swim but
For how long and
For what purpose really
Before oh long before
I knew what I
Wanted wanted to be
But now that I’ve
Become something how do
I say I’m done
Like the casserole reminding
The cook it’s time
To take me out
And enjoy me now
GoAhead
Why is it that
When you’re looking for
Something you tend to
Find everything else but
Not the oh that’s
Where that thing is
But rather yeah I
Definitely don’t want that
It’s as though someone
Said just try this
Knowing that it’s not
Going to taste or
Feel anything as promised
Classroom
When young I believed
That I was chalk
Creating and discovering newness
At middle age I
Learned that I was
Erasers wiping away unnecessary
Ideas making room for
More upon retiring I
Discovered that I was
The blackboard upon which
Ideas dreams were written
And finally now I
Understand that I am
Just a classroom in
Which the lessons of
Life have been learned
UsedCars
I’m tired of hawking
Myself like a used
Car salesman hoping that
The promise of adventure
Overwhelms the scars of
Battles already fought the
Dings of blows landed
The rickitiness of a
Life already lived there’s
Something to be said
Of those things that
Have returned from war
We have seen things
And already been there
To places that no
One wishes to go
Yet no one cares
And off they go
All shiny and new
And if they’re lucky
Will find themselves here
One day like me
