A wistful smileA Poem by Jon Roggie
With every complaint you hear,
it is so easy to think of your own. How can anything top your life? Let's see. Step-dad had a stroke. Aunt died at 87. Then there is the knee which keeps popping out of place. Way to start the new year. Could it be worse? Of course it could! I can stumble along. My aunt led a full life. Step-dad is still an cantankerous old cuss. So, don't mind a slight smile, when I a keep walking by. © 2015 Jon RoggieReviews
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2 Reviews Added on January 18, 2015 Last Updated on January 18, 2015 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more..Writing
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