unclecharlie : Writing

With nothing to do

With nothing to do

A Poem by unclecharlie


Up late all alone and nothing to doAll of the channels I have already flipped threwI sit here deep in thought thinking about what may be nextNot 100% ..
All that I've got

All that I've got

A Poem by unclecharlie


So many memories we have thought were lostBut around in our mind they have easily been tossedFiles in a cabinet or drawer some place deep down in ther..
A puff from the past

A puff from the past

A Poem by unclecharlie


Exhaling a sweet smooth smoke from the pastSomething I had forgotten even still lastWondering which direction this life is taking meAnd what next surp..
To much time

To much time

A Poem by unclecharlie


Always thought I wanted a nice long vacation Nothing I had to do not one expectation Then in a way this dream cam true Now I spend days wonde..
In this life

In this life

A Poem by unclecharlie


We get home I am sedated and weakUp the stairs and to my bed is what I seekShe helps and cancels her whole dayJust in case I am not going to be OKIt w..
Are you really all of that?

Are you really all of that?

A Poem by unclecharlie


Just because I buy her a drinkShe owes me something should I thinkOr was it done because I am kindAnd had nothing else in mindmaybe as a way to just g..
What Growing Up Takes

What Growing Up Takes

A Poem by unclecharlie


Today we are stuck in a warp of timeWhen we were young and all seemed findAbout Family and even the close Friends there wasn't much thinkingWe were ab..
Going through the past

Going through the past

A Poem by unclecharlie


As we sit back and all of our past we go throughWondering the reason for some of the things that we doChanges we all may want a few or maybe even a wh..
No answer there

No answer there

A Poem by unclecharlie


When do way say it all needs to stopAnd in supporting others do we put them up on the topDoes our house, it's people, and duties now take a back seatB..
Seen through a different set eyes

Seen through a different set eyes

A Poem by unclecharlie


Most times not at all sure where we standOr who really has the upper hand Some just seem to lie and deceiveThose are the ones they worry about and bel..