No One Home

No One Home

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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Drooling at the Door

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No One Home

Their was a junk in his approach to the doorway
Slovenly manners drooling from a man made joule
He knocked but no one answered
The drool now up to his knees.

© 2015 Alfred Kukitz


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Yes exactly. You never know when that doorway and yourself meet in time.

Thanks Jacob!

Regards,
Al

Posted 9 Years Ago


almost like he was knocking on his own door, trying to find the self he had left behind years ago...the rich man now become a beggar.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on October 23, 2015
Last Updated on October 23, 2015
Tags: Joule, human, pool, knee

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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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Yes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..

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