![]() Starts with a titleA Poem by willweb~ Born on this rock with a diaper and mittens, hard to the touch but so soft in its feel Crawling along like a dragon with kittens, purring out fire, if that could be real Laid in the sun under cloud cover sharing, offering thoughts in a dark shade of gray Promising rain, during drought, oh so daring, maybe at night but not during the day Boy, how I laugh when the feathers are flying, birds in the trees with a song out of tune I shouldn't talk as I know they are trying, lyrics of April when really, it's June Quite the young dudes, hear the juke box, its blasting, Bowie and Hoople and all of them guys Burgers and milkshakes, the day everlasting, teenage delinquents, come on, pass the fries Racing our cars next to girls even faster, after the prom there are beers, we can drink Maybe some gin, if the taste we can master, let's have a kiss, tell me, what do you think Walked down the aisle, said I do, made a baby, started a job, in a manager role Asked for a raise, heard the boss offer, maybe, can't make ends meet, it's beyond my control Buying a house with a fence and a garden, dinner at five and a two-car garage Late with the bills, begging off for a pardon, getting ahead, no, that's just a mirage Elderly comes with a cane or a walker, wrinkles amass where my skin was once smooth Age lurks around like a lost, homeless stalker, always, it seems. its got something to prove Bent over, tired and cranky, just yelling, "Get off the lawn!" oh, I hate those damn kids They look so young, now the tear drops are swelling, missing those days, now I've fallen the skids Confined to bed, an old invalid writing, pushing a pen with his last ounce of fear "Here lies a man who is constantly fighting, barely can talk and now hardly can hear" That's when I see it, the medicine table, next to the pills sits a leather-bound book Reaching and stretching, I hope I am able, nearing the end, I must give it a look Then I recall, as I flip through the pages line after line, seems like some kind of curse Life always comes in a few different stages, starts with a title and ends with a verse ~
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1 Review Added on March 13, 2025 Last Updated on March 13, 2025 Author![]() willwebTXAboutHi, I am willweb. Maybe you remember me and maybe you don't. I have been writing here on and off for years. I pop in and write and read and comment and make friends and learn new things. I enjoy maki.. more..Writing
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