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Got strands on my head, of hair that’s still brown. Sticks up in the air, and will not lay down. Tried greases and gels, over the years. Even let my hair grow, down over my ears. Nothing has worked, as hard as I’ve tried. But now at my age, just take it in stride. . . . → Read More: My Hair I was young once, with a very slim waist. None of life’s travels, no problems yet faced. Into my twenties, I came without care. Old pants I still had, and even could wear. Into my forties, found bumps in the road. My pants seemed to shrink, slight belly then showed. Into my sixties, afraid . . . → Read More: Wisdom I don’t call it Poetry - rather it’s just Rhyme. It’s something that I like to do - when I have the time. My hope is that I don’t offend - those who know the art. If by rules I had to play - I’d not know where to start. Beginning while in Army . . . → Read More: I Don’t Call it Poetry I went to school with Dick and Jane, friends of not my choice. Went with them from page to page, but never heard their voice. Then they were quite obsolete, put out to pastures green. Been with us for many years, a gesture oh so mean. Jane became a prostitute, taking it in stride. . . . → Read More: Dick and Jane Bought you new in ’97 - reward to me – oh yes.
was proof of that I guess? Shined you up and off we went - upon the open road. Chasing dreams and customers - into the fray we strode. Ran from twisters, snow, and such - we traveled seasons all. Were with me there through thick and thin - and safely did you haul. When it was time to trade you in - I could not make the deal. Continue reading Out of Warranty Tried to retire – just wouldn’t fit, head was in it – butt wouldn’t sit. Fire not missin’ for the runnin’, craved the rushin’ – missed the gunnin’. Hated sittin’ in a hammock, playing checkers – you can cram it. Slowin’ down just made me bitch, saw my muscles jump and twitch. Takin’ solace in the garden, . . . → Read More: Tried to Retire Got me a mirror that’s ever so neat, reverses the present so now I can cheat. Wrinkles are gone and smooth there appears, the fuzz and the hair are gone from my ears. Muscles that now lay soft on my waist, move up to my chest – so manly placed. Veins that are blue . . . → Read More: Got Me a Mirror I am old but still have hair, troubles – wow – I’d like to share. My mate she does not like it long, but I don’t care – is that so wrong? I’ve cut it short at her request, the look it gives I do detest. Nice for me it still grows back, but . . . → Read More: “Miss” Received a letter yesterday addressed to Robot Grant, my name is Robert, go by Bob – more names should add but can’t. It is the truth – I swear to you – I don’t make up this stuff, to be a Robot – all in all – might not be that tough. For joints that . . . → Read More: Robot Grant |
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Got Nothing to Say
Got nothing to say,
no thoughts at all.
No pearls of wisdom,
no answers to scrawl.
The world did not end,
am grateful – you bet.
Depart this earth surely,
but not ready yet.
My take on world peace,
though not really new.
Treat others you meet,
as you’d have them treat you.
I’m . . . → Read More: Got Nothing to Say